Chris Crack - Raw Sex as Friends

Hook
gimme head,
not no headaches,
left her on read-y,
now she act petty,
Polly my pockets,
Betty spaghetti,
she ask about dick and you know I got plenty,
so many furs I be shedding,
now I need ketchup and lettuce,
put that shit off to the side and just give me that vegetable medley,

I'm talking bout heaven,
fuck yo lil hell in a cell, cause I just had to suplex the reverend,
menace like Dennis,
I rodded her out in the car that I rented,
too much of the henny, butcher like Benny,
3 knocks at the door and I told her we finished,
I still be picking up pennies,
them niggas had folded,
they told me to quit it,
I don't be knowing if niggas is real, but I'm already knowing who isn't,
she just had to give me her digits,
keeping my head on a swivel,
stay outta my business,
drippin not slipping,
You know how I come with this pimpin,
7th dimension,
had em right off division,
yea that shit rented,
that paper encrypted,
I'm fly so don't mix it,
your name and your brand U gotta defend it,
you niggas is witnesses,

Hook
gimme head,
not no headaches,
left her on read-y,
now she act petty,
Polly my pockets,
Betty spaghetti,
she ask about dick and you know I got plenty,
so many furs I be shedding,
now I need ketchup and lettuce,
put that shit off to the side and just give me that vegetable medley,

Written by:
Christopher Harris

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