Nas, Kelis - Popular Thug (Clones Version) lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas, Kelis - Popular Thug Clones Version lyrics]
Yeah, yea, yea, yeah yeah, yeah, uh, yo
Ladies love what I been through
Blood on my Tim boots
Snub noses, club closes
Down when my men shoot but she can't stand
I'm sharing everything wit the fam'
That means them too, flat screen, Benz Coupe
Plus I entertain bosses at my Spanish style
Lagerfeld furnished up fortress
But look at "Ms Thang", in Alexander McQueens
Giuseppe Zanottis, the sexiest bodies
And I, betcha she prolly
Heard how I love 'em and leave 'em
But she still wanna suck 'em and eat 'em
Cause I'm a poet, a preacher
And a pimp wit words
A thief who stole her heart
A prince she deserves
I should have known
By the way that you stared
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
I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (Ya damn right)
I take, I don't ask for nothin'
You fake, I look past ya frontin'
For cash I'm a glutton
I'ma, bad influence yo
I'll ya marriage ruined by hangin wit me
You get ass from some new chicks
My life's so affluent, cash & music
Honey's I hit
Hear my songs and get mad and lose it
Cause I'm a sexed crazed bastard
I lace Kelis with a cushion
Cut engagement ring, we done, that's it
I should have seen
In the way you touched my hand
Shuffling your car keys, it
Sounded like a gentleman, but ya
I don't mean mug or ice grill
Cause I don't have to
My eyebrows shaped like a half moon
And I don't raise 'em
The kid you can't budge him, or phase him
My money's amazin', honeys
Black, Puerto Rican, and Asian
What a made look
Me and you the king is hooked
Got you the Cayenne green Porsche, ta push
They off the hook
Givin haters nightmares walking
You smothered by a popular gangsta
Perfect boyfriend
I should have heard it
In the way you said my name
While I analyzed your tone
You were formulating games, but ya
Hey, popular thug (Ya damn right)
Ladies love what I been through
Blood on my Tim boots
Snub noses, club closes
Down when my men shoot but she can't stand
I'm sharing everything wit the fam'
That means them too, flat screen, Benz Coupe
Plus I entertain bosses at my Spanish style
Lagerfeld furnished up fortress
But look at "Ms Thang", in Alexander McQueens
Giuseppe Zanottis, the sexiest bodies
And I, betcha she prolly
Heard how I love 'em and leave 'em
But she still wanna suck 'em and eat 'em
Cause I'm a poet, a preacher
And a pimp wit words
A thief who stole her heart
A prince she deserves
I should have known
By the way that you stared
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
I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (Ya damn right)
I take, I don't ask for nothin'
You fake, I look past ya frontin'
For cash I'm a glutton
I'ma, bad influence yo
I'll ya marriage ruined by hangin wit me
You get ass from some new chicks
My life's so affluent, cash & music
Honey's I hit
Hear my songs and get mad and lose it
Cause I'm a sexed crazed bastard
I lace Kelis with a cushion
Cut engagement ring, we done, that's it
I should have seen
In the way you touched my hand
Shuffling your car keys, it
Sounded like a gentleman, but ya
I don't mean mug or ice grill
Cause I don't have to
My eyebrows shaped like a half moon
And I don't raise 'em
The kid you can't budge him, or phase him
My money's amazin', honeys
Black, Puerto Rican, and Asian
What a made look
Me and you the king is hooked
Got you the Cayenne green Porsche, ta push
They off the hook
Givin haters nightmares walking
You smothered by a popular gangsta
Perfect boyfriend
I should have heard it
In the way you said my name
While I analyzed your tone
You were formulating games, but ya
Hey, popular thug (Ya damn right)