There he stands all flamed up,
looking fly as he always does.
His skin so perfect, so soft, so tatted up!
Does he wear a suit, does he have a job?
He wears the suit of a G and works the life of hustling!
he may not be the man that momma wants fo me
BUT,
He is definately the kind of guy i want him to be.
i love the way he talks, the way he treats me, his street swagg!
would i trade him for all the money?
hellz naw because no matter what
I Love My Gangsta!
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