Troubeaux lyrics

This love is so dangerous

But I kind of like the thrill

It’s like a sugar rush

It’s all in the way you make me feel

I didn’t see you coming, but you broke me down

'Cause you got some nerve about you

Walk up like I know you

Both hands and your tattoos

One smile, oh

I gotta admit you're fly

And I love it how you talk babe

Getting all in my mind

Running it like a field play

I didn’t see you coming, but you broke me down

'Cause you got some nerve love

Don’t you walk up like I know you

Both hands and your tattoos

One smile, oh

This ain’t no ordinary boy

This ain’t no ordinary boy

See the funny thing about you

You got me doin' things I wouldn’t do

You ain’t no ordinary boy

You gon’ be troubeaux

(oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

You gon’ be troubeaux

(oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

You gon' be troubeaux

I, deep down I should be good

I ain’t blind, you’re the kind of guy

That always got all these girls running after you

Do I entertain or play with you?

Or just be cool?

'Cause you got some nerve about you

Walk up like I know you

Both hands and your tattoos

One smile, oh

Don’t sleep

I think I’mma burn too fast

So close

Wrapped up in the heat of love

I’m having fantasies

Of how it’s gonna be

'Cause you got some nerve about you

Walk up like I know you

Both hands and your tattoos

Still

This ain’t no ordinary boy

This ain’t no ordinary boy

See the funny thing about you

You got me doin' things I wouldn’t do

You ain’t no ordinary boy

You gon’ be troubeaux

(oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

You gon’ be troubeaux

(oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

You gon' be troubeaux

[Nas]

Yo, got Henny in the cup, Jenny knows whats up

She with a real one not pretending to be tough

Got three cases, might have a warrant I don't know about

Beef I don't know about, weed I can’t go without

My money used to pile up every beginning of the month

Unconditional love, in the beginning it was lust

Hustler, shooter, was a dealer on the block

Now my future’s on top no longer dealing with the thots

I don’t go nowhere without the handle

Like I heard little pussy was out in Louisiana

Got friends in the fed, some dead over drugs

Fucking with me it’s high-risk but she still in love

(We in love baby)

Benny Medina might wanna pay me to leave ya

I’m bad for your image, the ghetto menacing diva

'Cause some say Nas is trouble

We all live, just ignore them nice guys is boring, I got you

This ain’t no ordinary boy

This ain’t no ordinary boy

See the funny thing about you

You got me doin' things I wouldn’t do

You ain’t no ordinary boy

You gon’ be troubeaux

(oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

You gon’ be troubeaux

(oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

You gon' be troubeaux