__________by Najaah Childs and Chynali

Chyna

Thug passion--fake nigga assassin..
Fukkin with me is something you betta ponder and ration
Cause if you step,  she'll show no compassion
Black-hearted stud with an A.K. blastin
Mad wild when coerced, possessive because I was her first
Blood-crazy to kill her thirst, but that's just her at her worst
Don't let the rough exterior fool you
Cause the soft interior will soothe you,
Her sincerity will move you
And moved me, it has…she's my boo
Nothing in this world will ever come between us two
Hand in glove, we're closer than the hands of time
I rest assured with thoughts of her being mine
And when times get tough, we keep each other in line
Love so deep, you couldn't even imagine
And when rain falls, we hit the silky satins
Thunderous moans consuming heavenly passions
Lust overflowing in sensual fashions
Then ending in thoughts of what was and has beens
Words cannot describe the realness of how we feel
Child-like innocence mixed with real world intelligence
Rawdawg style and a little elegance
Damn I love that stud, in return, she loves me
Blessed is the day we say "I do" and she becomes my wifey..

Najaah

that shorty is like a dream to me...a fantasy come to life to be my wife
smile like no other...the eyes come from her father...hips from her mother
i love the way she feel....her soul so deep
i cant let go of the way she feel in my arms...her kiss so sweet
i'm her dark angel and she is my night sunshine
fem type shorty that know how to handle it....and tell you straight that i'm
hers and she is mine
that girl is the sweetest until you in the face of her boo
she get down for hers and even mine ..that mami keep it true
in her purse she pack her glock and condoms to freak the strap
hard in the streets ...soft in the bed...i love the way she act
guiding my way when im to blind to see harsh reality
tellin me every night before we rest that love's definition is you and me
and when its time to do our fucking thang...we only oochie bang
coochie sang...we rock the bells of the headboard..makin it rang
she my heart ...she dont leave...so i feel complete
i could never lose her because a thug like me neva meet defeat

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