Into girls with big Asses, Cute Smiles and Nice Kicks/
Gotta be something for me to write this/
Love the way those LRG's huggin her hips/
Something about the way she let her Yankee hat tip/
Mesmerized, no lie, her glance game was so sick/
saw'er on the subway, Normaly takes 5 minutes, felt like a week long trip/
Straight Graphitti with PHat letters, man her thighs were so thick/
she was bumpin Mp3's, made me wonder what kinda Hits/
was it something from DownSouth, or was it straight from the Bridge/
was it contemporary classics, or was it a house mix/
was it RedHot Chilli peppers, or was she bumpin the kid?/
I had to ask her right quick, smoothly walked up and introduced/
Said Hey my name's David, figured I'd speak the truth/
she followed with her name, convo opened like a coup/
interjecting high intrigue, she loved cooking too/
she was a sous Chef at Emeril's in Vegas for a while/
I had to lean back, say word?, straight driving me sorta wild/
Magnetic type of smile, my brain was running miles/
the train came to a stop, the digits she handed out/
had me cheezin for a moment, watching her exit the turnstyle/
She had me Gone...BX stop in 2 miles...
David A. Abshire
May 6th, 2009~11:05pm
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