| Yo, what the deal, it’s your man Mr. Vilgione
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| Ces Cru
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| Ces-Philes Mixtape
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| Shout out to Dirge Hanson
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| Couldn’t resist the temptation
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| Yeah
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| I harbored a fix, up in my sleeve greenery spice
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| Too smart for the feeble wit, but the scenery nice
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| I’m startin' this party quick with the trees and a pipe
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| Lookin' for lonely love sick chicks that needs some advice
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| Yo I’m here with both ears girl, and a shoulder to lean
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| Cause I know just what ya saying, if you know what I mean
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| Did I mention my main intention is only to please
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| While you talkin' meaningless shit
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| Let it blow in the breeze
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| Ayo yo I, stay on my P’s while you’re minding your Q’s
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| And keep both of your eyes on me, when I’m in your view
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| All shy, blowing me kisses, I ain’t tryin' to be rude
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| Yo its nobody’s business what we privately do
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| So strange how these secret affection’s silently soothe
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| Keepin' the tension level high as we quietly move
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| And this match, ignitin' a few with a fiery fans
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| Got me dirty dancin' with you--and too tired to stand
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| And this liquor I’m sippin' got me in this mode of attack
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| Honestly, I don’t even know what’s holdin' me back
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| There’s so many questions that I’d like to openly ask
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| But I’m afraid that you’ll get scared away and overact
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| So simple or not, figured I could thicken the plot
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| By spittin' this verse while you sit in this particular spot
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| I’ll give it a shot, and if it’s not us kissin' stuff
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| The very least I’m gonna do to you is get you to blush
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| A chuckle and laugh
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| A little bit tickle and touch
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| Until the hairs on the back of your neck are pricklin' up
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| So next time you’re with your man and he’s hittin' it up
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| You’re daydreaming, thinkin' of me, while you wish it was us
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| For-what-what, picture me messin' it up
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| Her mind not corrupt with the ill C-Cups
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| Shit, shit, picture me messin' it up
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| Her mind not corrupt with the ill C-Cups
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| I’m tryin' to cut the bullshit like, what’s left to discuss
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| I feel the way that you dressin' it up--sexy as fuck
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| Messin' me up like-(inhales)-give me a second I’m stuck
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| Sittin' next to you I look hideous, wretched and rough
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| I’m feelin' the stress in your life
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| And I bet that you’re right
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| When you say a good relationship is more than sex in the night
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| Well I know, you got a man I can’t expect you to diss
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| But I’m not breathin' down your neck either and checkin' your pics
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| And so I’m crackin' this open around the bush I don’t beat
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| The name is Mr. Viglione man it’s ma’am
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| Its good that we meet
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| And as for ice, I don’t believe in it, let’s break it to bits
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| I got this straight face relationship I’m aching to quit
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| Yo basically; |
| this is a proposition properly put
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| I just dropped the monopoly says; |
| I gotta be good
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| I can respect it, I guess if you’re rejectin' my crush
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| I’ll just chalk it up as a loss, plus a lesson of lust
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| For what, picture me messin' it up
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| Her mind not corrupt with the ill C-Cups
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| Shit shit, picture me messin' it up
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| Her mind not corrupt with the ill C-Cups
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| Her mind not corrupt with the ill C-Cups |