My Own ThugaBoo
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  • Reads 2,958
  • Votes 89
  • Parts 16
  • Time 1h 16m
Ongoing, First published Oct 21, 2013
Mature
I want my own thug to love! I know they be tied to the streets, and that they always pack a heat, I just want one to crush on me, one to fall in love with me, I want the thug wearing the blingest ice around his neck, I want the one were everybody knows he is the king of the deck! What I don't want is the pain it can bring to the heart and brain, the lying games that they can play, the crying every night cause he didn't come home to me, I don't want to have to pray for him to be alright from grinding all night, I know they double trouble, but I don't care I want my own thug that I can love!
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