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 (Hook) 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 (Hook)