What is it about the thug down the street.

Why do you want him more than the one you once had?

Is it because he looks and acts bad?

The gold in his mouth to the chain around his neck.

When he licks his lips it makes me want to put him to bed.

He looks so tasty and fine.

When we're in bed I stutter the rhyme.

It's crazy how much we have in common.

So sick so ill;  there is no drama.

Sexy and strong;  with him I dont want to be alone.

The dreads ar nice but his swagger is better.

Cant think of anyone else, cause he's got me captured.


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