C-Cups - CES Cru

Yo, what the deal, it’s your man Mr. Vilgione

Ces Cru

Ces-Philes Mixtape

Shout out to Dirge Hanson

Couldn’t resist the temptation

Yeah

I harbored a fix, up in my sleeve greenery spice

Too smart for the feeble wit, but the scenery nice

I’m startin' this party quick with the trees and a pipe

Lookin' for lonely love sick chicks that needs some advice

Yo I’m here with both ears girl, and a shoulder to lean

Cause I know just what ya saying, if you know what I mean

Did I mention my main intention is only to please

While you talkin' meaningless shit

Let it blow in the breeze

Ayo yo I, stay on my P’s while you’re minding your Q’s

And keep both of your eyes on me, when I’m in your view

All shy, blowing me kisses, I ain’t tryin' to be rude

Yo its nobody’s business what we privately do

So strange how these secret affection’s silently soothe

Keepin' the tension level high as we quietly move

And this match, ignitin' a few with a fiery fans

Got me dirty dancin' with you--and too tired to stand

And this liquor I’m sippin' got me in this mode of attack

Honestly, I don’t even know what’s holdin' me back

There’s so many questions that I’d like to openly ask

But I’m afraid that you’ll get scared away and overact

So simple or not, figured I could thicken the plot

By spittin' this verse while you sit in this particular spot

I’ll give it a shot, and if it’s not us kissin' stuff

The very least I’m gonna do to you is get you to blush

A chuckle and laugh

A little bit tickle and touch

Until the hairs on the back of your neck are pricklin' up

So next time you’re with your man and he’s hittin' it up

You’re daydreaming, thinkin' of me, while you wish it was us

For-what-what, picture me messin' it up

Her mind not corrupt with the ill C-Cups

Shit, shit, picture me messin' it up

Her mind not corrupt with the ill C-Cups

I’m tryin' to cut the bullshit like, what’s left to discuss

I feel the way that you dressin' it up--sexy as fuck

Messin' me up like-(inhales)-give me a second I’m stuck

Sittin' next to you I look hideous, wretched and rough

I’m feelin' the stress in your life

And I bet that you’re right

When you say a good relationship is more than sex in the night

Well I know, you got a man I can’t expect you to diss

But I’m not breathin' down your neck either and checkin' your pics

And so I’m crackin' this open around the bush I don’t beat

The name is Mr. Viglione man it’s ma’am

Its good that we meet

And as for ice, I don’t believe in it, let’s break it to bits

I got this straight face relationship I’m aching to quit

Yo basically;

this is a proposition properly put

I just dropped the monopoly says;

I gotta be good

I can respect it, I guess if you’re rejectin' my crush

I’ll just chalk it up as a loss, plus a lesson of lust

For what, picture me messin' it up

Her mind not corrupt with the ill C-Cups

Shit shit, picture me messin' it up

Her mind not corrupt with the ill C-Cups

Her mind not corrupt with the ill C-Cups