His face, his smile
His gangsta profile
His eyes, his lips
His hands upon my hips

His skin, his hair
The fly cloths that he wear
His Tims, his rock
His BMW drop-top

His face, his taste
His touch I dare not replace
His mind, his soul
My heart I cant control

His ways, his swag
Don't hate cuz I brag
His knowledge, his sign
I'm his and he is mine
 
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