The Crush - Vast Aire

The Crush - Vast Aire

  • Album: Dueces Wild

  • Year of release: 2008
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 4:34

Below is the lyrics of the song The Crush , artist - Vast Aire with translation

Lyrics " The Crush "

Original text with translation

The Crush

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

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

Pink cookies in a plastic bag

Getting crushed by the Empire — State

C’mon baby why — wait

Let’s make whoopee — today

I’mma 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

(Hook) 2x

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