Framboise Ménage à Trois

Maybe I can take you home
Maybe I can break you off
If you don't leave with me girl
You have to take it as a loss
Yea I know we that we just met
But you really like my set
Your panties getting hella wet
I'll call the cab, we can jet
Leave your hoes behind
Syd tha Kid's got the drank on deck
Charge it to my lifestyle
Don't you fret, its on my check
Hold my tab hold my bill
I know that you pop the pill
Your lips say that you're not impressed
But I know that you're frontin' still

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Framboise Menage a Trois

Bitches know I'm about to blow
Two fingers in the air, then I hit the door
Got money on my mind with a bag of blow
And she sucking on my dick until she croak
Cloaked in all black baby like a funeral procession
Tatted like a suicide girl, so depressin'
Bitch I know your not my type
I wanna suck you off like a parasite
We can fuck on top of a satellite
Where the midst of the neon Northern Lights
O-M-G this DMT
Is on my mind like ESP
My heart is beatin out my chest
Somebody call the EMT
Sweat is drippin' from my pores and trickiling from foreheads
Shit I need some more drugs, baby give me more head

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