Kelis Feat. NaS - Popular Thug Lyrics

Ladies love what I been through, blood on my Tim boots
Snub noses, club closes, down where 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 lagger filled, furnished up fortress
But look at this thang, in Alexander but Queens
Giuseppies, Xanadies, 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 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 have ya marriage ruined
By hangin' wit me, you get ass from some new chicks

My life's so fluent, pass ya 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
But sounded like a gentleman, 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 would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
Ya damn right

I don't need more the ice grill, 'cause I don't have to
My eyebrows shaped like a half boat and I don't raise 'em
The kid you can't budge him, or phase him
My money's amazin', honey Black, Puerto Rican and Asian

What I made, look me and you the king is hooked
Got you the cayenne green Porsche to push
They off the hook, given 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

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 would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
Ya damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
Ya damn right

Hey, popular thug
Ya damn right