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DONT WANT TO SOUND FULL OF MY SELF OR RUDE
BUT YOU AINT LOOKIN AT NO OTHER DUDES CAUSE YOU LOVE ME [I’M SORRY BABY][YOU SO SEXY] SO YOU THINK ABOUT A CHANCE YOU FIND YOURSELF TRYING TO DO MY DANCE MAYBE CAUSE YOU LOVE ME SO THEN WE TRY SINGING IT SLOW NOW BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T USED TO HOW FAST WE TOUCHED THEN WE LOCKED EYES I KNEW I WASNT THERE AND I WAS GONNA TEAR YOUR ASS UP I KNOW THAT IM CARRYING ON NEVER MIND IF IM SHOWING OFF I WAS JUST FRONTIN ( you know i want ya babe) IM READY TO BET IT ALL Unless you dont care at all But you know i wantcha (you should stop frontin babe) TRYING TO BE THE BEST GIRLFREIND YOU CAN BE STILL YOU SNEAK AND LOOK AT ME AND GIRL I LOVE IT HO THEN YOU GIVE YOUR OTHER GIRL A SHOW TELL HER YOU GONNA CALL AND ASK HOW IT WAS AND SHEES GONNA LOVE IT HO SO THEN WE TRY SINGING IT SLOW NOW CAUSE YOU WERENT USED TO HOW FAST WE TOUCHED FAST WE TOUCHED THEN WE LOCK EYES I KNEW I WASNT THERE AN I WAS GONNA TEAR YOUR ASS UP I KNOW THAT IM CARRYING ON NEVER MIND IF I'M SHOWING OFF I WAS JUST FRONTIN (you know I want ya babe) IM READY TO BET IT ALL UNLESS YOU DON'T CARE AT ALL BUT YOU KNOW THAT I WANTcha (YOU SHOULD STOP FRONTIN BABE) JAY-Z We got another one phareal (pharell): Ha dance I call him phareal cause he the truth Young! Lemme talk to em Every time you name was brought up I would act all non-chalant In front of her audience Like you was just another shorty I put the naughty on But uh Truth be told You through me for a loop Its Hov I'm too old to be frontin what I'm feelin’ Denzeling, acting like you ain't appealing when you are Strutting like you ain't my only girl when you are I'm ready to stop when you are I KNOW THAT I'M CARRYING ON NEVER MIND IF IM SHOWING OFF I WAS JUST FRONTIN IM READY TO BET IT ON UNLESS YOU DONT CARE AT ALL BUT YOU KNOW THAT I WANT YA YOU SHOULD STOP FRONTIN BABE |
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VERSE 1
Nas: Yea, yea, yea, yea... Uh, yo Ladies love what I've been through Blood on my Timb boots Snub noses club closes down when my mens shoot But she cant stand I'm sharing everything with the fam That means them too Flat screen, Benz coupe Plus I entertain bosses At my Spanish-style, Lagafell furnished up fortress But look at miss thing in Alexander McQueen Jizette Bizatti the sexiest body And I bet you see properly Heard how I love 'em and leave 'em But she still wanna suck him and eat him 'Cause I'm a poet, a preacher, and a pimp with words A thief who stole her heart a prince she deserves Kelis: I should have know by the way that you stare Eyeing passes by like your rich but life ain't fair But ya make my record skip, make my record skip Make my record skip, make my record skip HOOK - Kelis (Nas): I woulda never talked to you if I'da known you was a popular thug Hey, popular thug (your damn right) I woulda never talked to you if I'da known you was a popular thug Hey, popular thug (your damn right) VERSE 2 - Nas: I take I dont ask for nothing You fake I look past your frontin' for cash I'm a glutton I'm a bad influence yo have your marriage ruined By hanging with me you get ass from some new chicks My life's influent cash and music Honeys I hit hear my song they get mad and lose it 'Cause I'm a sex crazed bastard I hit Kelis with a cushion cut engagement ring We done, that's it Kelis: I should have seen in the way you touched my hand Shuffling your car keys, it sounded like a gentleman But ya make my record skip make my record skip Make my record skip, make my record skip HOOK - Kelis (Nas): I woulda never talked to you if I'da known you was a popular thug Hey, popular thug (your damn right) I woulda never talked to you if I'da known you was a popular thug Hey, popular thug (your damn right) I woulda never talked to you if I'da known you was a popular thug Hey, popular thug (your damn right) I woulda never talked to you if I'da known you was a popular thug (yea, yea, yea, you know)/ Hey, popular thug (your damn right) VERSE 3 ? Nas: I dont mean mug or ice grill 'Cause I dont have to My eyebrow shaped like a half moon and I dont raise em The kid you cant budge him or faze him My money's amazing Honey, Black, Puerto Rican, and Asian What a mean look me and you the king is hooked Got you the Cayenne green Porsche to push They off the hook Giving haters nightmares walking You smothered by a popular gangstaperfect boyfriend Kelis: I should have heard it in the way you said my name While I analyze your tone you were formulating game But ya make my record skip make my record skip Make my record skip make my record skip HOOK - Kelis (Nas): I woulda never talked to you if I'da known you was a popular thug Hey, popular thug (your damn right) I woulda never talked to you if I'da known you was a popular thug Hey, popular thug (your damn right) I woulda never talked to you if I'da known you was a popular thug Hey, popular thug (your damn right) Hey, popular thug (your damn right) |
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[Chorus - Pharrel]
Hot Damn, its a new day Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man) hooooo, hooooo hooooo, Hot Damn [Verse 1 - Malice] My how the boys grow? From roaming low into homes To homes of his own No catching up he's in a whole nother zone Still true to his roots Stay close to the chrome Haters stay clear of him Ya'll stay in cheer for him Got up out the game and over came Lets hear it for him Keep a new toy so I wonder how good Im not enjoying life im reliving my childhood Big chain monster, whip game bonkers Monster truck remind him of tonka Diamond M colour plush gold still gutter My deal is in the mills, Motherfucker and I aint stutter Bitter sweet, my lifes a musical From holding nose to roles gold The lords beautiful Before him im to shame to show my face But shes so mean can't help but to fall off the race Motherfucker [Chorus - Pharrel] Hot Damn, its a new day Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man) [Verse 2 - Ab-Liva] Hot Damn, when the white hit the pen it Twist and it tumbles, it Flips and it fumbles, I Mix it like gumbo, I Pitch it so suttle, I Keep hustle so pother feds I got'em wondering (wondering) What happened to that boy? Six maneuver, how to slip into that toy Is it the pimp the crook a hustler thing? The man the music the making the king Constantly builded by me A million men marching like Calling them the king kong The verse making the world sing My hearts on the sleeve-a ya'll basically just like my opinion The bars hoping the sun shines on them But you still gotta watch the phonies Watch your homies, we (*gunshots) got you homie [Chorus - Pharrel] Hot Damn, its a new day Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man) [Verse 3 - Pusha T] Ugh... Handle the rock like none other Wrist over the stove, head under the cubbard In the kitchen 'til the fume make me feel smothered The way it melt fiends can't believe its not butter The way it melt he won't cop from non-other The he who hoes O's like crispy creams oven Or easy bake, pink D.V's make The presidential look like strawberry shortcake P? [Pharrel] Imagine that royals royce crashed it we unscratched in, that billionaire boys club fashion, ugh You niggas is clones, I hand out styles like ice cream cones get the fuck out'a here [Pusha T] Thats for real, my gats is real SL5 is looking like the batmobile Chrome lips with the matching wheel, ugh Both chains probably match a deal Ya'll dudes is a act for real Pusha [Chorus - Pharrel] Hot Damn, its a new day Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man) [Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain] You either salute deaf cause you looked at Thats what a old G told me That was the exact moment I decided to take a pact And if you owed me and if I decided to take it back It wasn't nicely expect Roscoe to put you back in place Im what you call a destructive war path It will be shell showers in todays forcast You a gangsta? I can't tell Your diamonds don't blimmen when the light hit it Those jewels arn't genuine, because if it was I'm nice with it, I would have been took that That skin stacked in your pocket i would have been shook that And this world you gotta watch it, im here to warn ya Cats turn informa, over snow wrapped and wags My sons' home crying dont give me no slack Just put the mutherfucking money in the bag These words have been said as I hide behind glove and mask Coldchain's not your typical crook Im being watched, look at the camera linens in the bush [Chorus - Pharrel] Hot Damn, its a new day Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man) hooooo, hooooo hooooo, Hot Damn |
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