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Smokers Love

When she with me she always keeps a smile
Whenever I'm away she always keeps a frown
But at any circumstance she always keeps her style
My crown is priceless
I love putting her in that type of crisis
I love picking her up around 8
So I can get a taste of that lovely face
She got a enough swagger for all the ladies to hate
Engaged in the good life
We both cutting the cake
Paper by all means
same characteristic traits
She got a fellow made even through fate
So all that lady hating can go waste
You have to give her graduate
And respect her bittersweet attitude
Argue with her, she know how to put a man his place
But we going to let that patently wait
Cuz only place she putting me is to the top
And only place I'm putting her is at that spot
She rider that why I love her alot, cuz

She love it when I stay close to she
Bought her manicures so she feels fresh when she holding me
'till the death I got her screaming "take control of me"
She got love for a fellow and knows how to shows her honesty
I remember the first time a pick her up
Wasn't looking for anybody in particular
Untill I suspect a woman who was killing them
She the gift and the curse
She made me find out how much a woman really worth
When shes got a stressful day she knows I feel for her
We lay and kill stress by a lick of blunt
So herb, organic, we got the smokers love
Lips to lips always when I'm holding her
We about to take it to the coroner 
she'sthe engine for my flight
Got me running back to her by end of the night
We both agreed with temperature so we dimming the lights
Me and her got the sweetest vibe
Keep haters aside, right, cuz


Sexy but still modest body of goddess
Got me emotionally high like a hit of that chronic
And I'm on it like letters on a jersey
I would do anything not hurt she
But please do a fellow right
Like pen and paper
Help her lay down at night like she disable
And she ready to the favor
Sounds sweet to me either now or later
When we hush I got her rushed 
Like a gang of villains tryna mess her up
But our touch is Irony at its greatest perfection
cuz she holds me like a weapon
therefore im her protection
These letters make art of her presence
Sweetest complexion
If they got her ill like an infection
love injection
I'm the medication for her affection
Put some diamonds on her neckless or da on the 60 seconds
You fly ma, im just tryna make your swag perfected, cuz

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  1. Date: 6/12/2013 11:14:00 PM

    Nice rhymes. I did enjoy this. Put some music to it maybe, I wonder how that would sound,
  1. Date: 6/4/2013 8:24:00 AM

    Christopher, really good words but what was even better was the meticulous way you put them all together. This was a clear demo of swag! m
  1. Date: 6/2/2013 8:20:00 PM

    Hi Christopher, after all the poem,,, she still carries a sweet complexion... a gift or a curse,, what we women are really worth.. love it, like a rap... LOL, hope you do not mind the name change.. it is i the women you called PD... I posted a blog if you want to see why i changed my name... xox~ AMRI

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