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letra de sex dreams about platonic friends - chris crack

[intro]
i told you baby
i’ll be there in a minute
yeah b-tch
sh-t i dont know
lemme aye lemme record this verse tho
uh

[verse 1]
come down let me in baby
its raining
i got my whole foot wet, that sh-t crazy
i just parked a mercedes so they won’t know you shady
i’m just tryna get this nut and it ain’t my baby
i m stabbing out when we finish
i can’t cuddle you shorty im heartless
my sh-t been died, falafel with french fries
i don’t drink anything but water
without permission, my style they just keep borrowing
felt targeted, don’t get me started
bussin

[chorus: sample]
come down and let me in
forbidden fruit all on my mind
you greet me with kiss baby
sweet grace
blueberry i swear i love the taste
but i be coming in tonight
[verse 2]
but i ain’t really care though
my momma told me not to stare
like it was rude or something
aye let me know if she was new or something
she all at me i ain’t even have to say two words
but who heard, i was kinda nervous
my other b-tch do everything cause i still deserve it
the best i do huh, five two or fly two
who really cares though
aye for those pics i don’t dare pose
i ain’t even in the mood n-ggas bless bottles
but won’t pray over food
or is that rude gangsta before the tattoos
blue hat and black shoes huh
i was that dude
aye let me know if its smokey
i clear it out with the fair amount
whos gold and whos gold plated
i only make bold statements
lemme go cause my hoes waiting
it’s still raining
picture this sh-t
i’m still painting this vivid and giving you chills ain’t it

[chorus: sample]
come down and let me in
forbidden fruit all on my mind
you greet me with kiss baby
sweet grace
blueberry i swear i love the taste
but i be coming in tonight
[verse 3]
she seem kinda anxious
one night stand better than five years wasted
i’m thumbin through the faces
on the dating apps im tired of paper
but here go some papers
made a rollie because she tried to play me
you gotta meet me in person
and i never beg another n-gga for verses yeah
i’m tryna murder sh-t
this is what they mad for
never had hoes
froggy legs they jus tadpoles
this sh-t just like diseases
we played mario kart
at crown liquor on easter
we ain’t headline no
they mades us open the t’s
the day of the photoshoot i was hungover
ask me how so stupid even the gas stations stopped selling gucci belts, n-gga

- chris crack

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