[Vast Aire] I had a crush on Twanda She went to I.S. 230 Figure 8, she was so curvy Had a arch on her back with mad jewelry Every Neanderthal wanted that cutie Good complexion, not too thin She had the baddest trim I ain't talking about her haircut She worked at my man's job She made 11th graders wanted cradle rob She got the sweet potato; I got the corn on a cob Tuck ya shirt in she don't date no slobs If you saw her smile she had a bad attitude and a wicked profile Gorgeous face and a nice style It'll make you say - "Damn you can have my child" Got me thinking all this is worth my while With my head in a cloud, screaming loud
(Hook) 2x I got a Love Jones for ya body and ya skin tone Five minutes alone, I'm already on the bone Plus I love the fact you got a mind of ya own So you can sit by the throne
[Vast Aire] She look 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 Show me yours I'll show you mines She lift up her sweater Back then no girl could do better I really dug Karen, or was it Anetta? Or was it Vanessa, Stacey, or Trecee? I didn't like Jessica she was too spacey Maya's got attitude, Janice got her titty out Missy's game, Viya's got her ass out But Melissa's on the bed drinking wine Don't hate on me pa, I got pimp design
(Hook) 2x
[Vast Aire] Pink cookies in a plastic bag Getting crushed by the Empire - State C'mon baby why - wait Let's make whoopee - today I'ma Frankenstein Valentine How's that? Cuz I can separate my heart from my mind You are too emotional And then about three 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 for 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 slipping (Slipping?) I ain't even know that I was tripping But this is not a love song Well, maybe it is, maybe I'm fronting (Maybe I'm fronting) Why don't you pull my card? (Uh-huh) If the duece is wild I'll let down my guard
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[Vast Aire] I had a crush on Twanda She went to I.S. 230 Figure 8, she was so curvy Had a arch on her back with mad jewelry Every Neanderthal wanted that cutie Good complexion, not too thin She had the baddest trim I ain't talking about her haircut She worked at my man's job She made 11th graders wanted cradle rob She got the sweet potato; I got the corn on a cob Tuck ya shirt in she don't date no slobs If you saw her smile she had a bad attitude and a wicked profile Gorgeous face and a nice style It'll make you say - "Damn you can have my child" Got me thinking all this is worth my while With my head in a cloud, screaming loud
(Hook) 2x I got a Love Jones for ya body and ya skin tone Five minutes alone, I'm already on the bone Plus I love the fact you got a mind of ya own So you can sit by the throne
[Vast Aire] She look 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 Show me yours I'll show you mines She lift up her sweater Back then no girl could do better I really dug Karen, or was it Anetta? Or was it Vanessa, Stacey, or Trecee? I didn't like Jessica she was too spacey Maya's got attitude, Janice got her titty out Missy's game, Viya's got her ass out But Melissa's on the bed drinking wine Don't hate on me pa, I got pimp design
(Hook) 2x
[Vast Aire] Pink cookies in a plastic bag Getting crushed by the Empire - State C'mon baby why - wait Let's make whoopee - today I'ma Frankenstein Valentine How's that? Cuz I can separate my heart from my mind You are too emotional And then about three 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 for 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 slipping (Slipping?) I ain't even know that I was tripping But this is not a love song Well, maybe it is, maybe I'm fronting (Maybe I'm fronting) Why don't you pull my card? (Uh-huh) If the duece is wild I'll let down my guard
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