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Raw Sex as Friends Video (MV)




Performed By: Chris Crack
Length: 1:27
Written by: Christopher Harris




Chris Crack - Raw Sex as Friends Lyrics




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,
F*ck 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,
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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,
F*ck 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,
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Writer: Christopher Harris
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