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This love is so dangerousBut I kind of like the thrillIt’s like a sugar rushIt’s all in the way you make me feelI didn’t see you coming, but you broke me down“Cause you got some nerve about youWalk up like I know youBoth hands and your tattoosOne smile, ohI gotta admit you're flyAnd I love it how you talk babeGetting all in my mindRunning it like a field playI didn’t see you coming, but you broke me down“Cause you got some nerve loveDon’t you walk up like I know youBoth hands and your tattooseeeehhhhThis ain’t no ordinary boyThis ain’t no ordinary boySee the funny thing about youYou got me doin’ things I wouldn’t doYou ain’t no ordinary boyYou gon’ be troubeauxLetras de canciones(oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)You gon’ be troubeaux(oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)You gon’ be troubeauxI, deep down I should be goodI ain’t blind, you’re the kind of guyThat always got all these girls running after youDo I entertain or play with you?Or just be cool?“Cause you got some nerve about youWalk up like I know youBoth hands and your tattoosOne smile, ohDon’t sleepI think I’mma burn too fastSo closeWrapped up in the heat of loveI’m having fantasiesOf how it’s gonna be“Cause you got some nerve about youWalk up like I know youBoth hands and your tattoosStillThis ain’t no ordinary boyThis ain’t no ordinary boySee the funny thing about youYou got me doin’ things I wouldn’t doYou ain’t no ordinary boyYou gon’ be troubeaux(oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)You gon’ be troubeaux(oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)You gon’ be troubeauxYo, got Henny in the cup, Jenny knows whats upShe with a real one not pretending to be toughGot three cases, might have a warrant I don't know aboutBeef I don't know about, weed I can’t go withoutMy money used to pile up every beginning of the monthUnconditional love, in the beginning it was lustHustler, shooter, was a dealer on the blockNow my future’s on top no longer dealing with the thotsI don’t go nowhere without the handleLike I heard Lil' Boosie was out in LouisianaGot friends in the fed, some dead over drugsFucking with me it’s high-risk but she still in love(We in love baby)Benny Medina might wanna pay me to leave yaI’m bad for your image, the ghetto menacing diva‘Cause some say Nas is troubleWe all live, just ignore them nice guys is boring, I got youThis ain’t no ordinary boyThis ain’t no ordinary boySee the funny thing about youYou got me doin’ things I wouldn’t doYou ain’t no ordinary boyYou gon’ be troubeaux(oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)You gon’ be troubeaux(oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)You gon’ be troubeaux, You gon’ be troubeaux From Letras Mania