M ii t h u g

by мz · мεgαи -   Mar 5, 2005


He walks down tha street with his saggin' pants

Kickin' it with his homeboyz at tha school dance

Boxers showin' when he's out

He'll alwayz holla when in doubt

Wearin' his bling bling at tha club

When I'm hurt he'll give me a rub

Smoke a joint every now and then

He'll flow when given' a paper and pen

Walkin' out with his rag in hand

He'll always ask and never demand

He drives a bad ass car

He'll take me anywhere even if it's far

He'll treat me good

Understanding things no one else would

But tha sweet Hott Boy I see

Don't ever mess up his Tru Thug pesonality

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