VAST AIRE - The Crush lyrics

rate me

This is not a love song. Naa.

I had a crush on Tawanda she went to IS230

Figure eight she was so curvy

Had an arch in her back with mad jewelery

Every Neanderthal wanted that cutie

Good complexion not too thin

She got the baddest trim

I ain't talking about her hair cut

She worked at my man's job

She made 11th grader's wanna cradle rob

She got the sweet potato, I got the corn on the cob

Tuck your shirt in she don't take no slobs

If you saw her smile, she had a bad attitude and a wicked profile

Gorgeous face and a nice style, it make you say "Damn you can have my child"

Got me thinking all this is worth my while

With my head in the clouds screaming loud

I got a love Jones, for your body and your skin tone

Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone

Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own

So you can sit by the throne

She looked good in the winter, better in the summer

I met her at the bus stop, she gave me her number

Sometimes we would go out and then slumber

She me yours, I'll show you mine (She lift up her sweater)

Back then no girl could do better

I really dug Karen, or was it Annetta

Or was it Vanessa, Stacey or Tracie

I didn't like Jessica, she was too spacey

Mia's got attitude, Janice got her tittie out

Missy's gay, Via's got her ass out

But Melissa's on the bed drinking wine

Don't hate on me Pa, I got pimp designs

Pink cookies in a plastic bag getting crushed by the empire states

Come on baby why wait

Let's make whoopee today

I'm a Frankenstein valentine (how's that)

Caus I can separate my heart from my mind

You were to emotional and then about 3 seconds I'm about to go postal

In other words, crazy nigga with a gun

I got a crush on you but you ain't the one

She was using sex as a weapon

Her aim was precise it kept me guessing

It kept me stepping

I was on my toes until I learnt my lesson

My man tried to tell me I was slippin (slippin man)

I ain't even no I was trippin

But this is not a love song

Well, maybe it is

Maybe I'm frontin

Why don't you pull my card

If the deuce is wild, I'll let down my guard