Takeout

Haha, I told her I don't eat out anymore, not anymore
I've got a chef at home or don't you know
I don't eat out anymore, not anymore
I've got a chef at home or don't you know

The last time we hooked up we were both doing our on thang
We were both supposed to be involved, but we both liked to bang
We'ld meet on our jobs, yeah fucking up each other's work
Down between two pews, hell yeah right there in the back of the church

We both couldn't get enough of each other's thing
In the heat of the moment declaring our love, but not talking about no ring
We both had someone who loved us willing to share our dam seed
But all we wanted or needed was to feed our dam greed

Haha, I told her I don't eat out anymore, not anymore
I've got a chef at home or don't you know
I don't eat out anymore, not anymore
I've got a chef at home or don't you know

Then there was a baby, two babies, and then there was three
We kept on doing our thing because neither one belonged to me
Not ducking blame we just knew that they couldn't had been mine
All of mine were swallowed because we were all about the dam slime

With everyone showing up in court, totally surprised by the others
Your girlfriends up in court high fiving with them sayin that's a bad mother
Juggling five motherfuckers by nothing but dick hairs
I know that you're free now, but we both agree the urge isn't there

You're still up to your games and still dangling dicks
And I'm simply the one motherfucker that you couldn't trick
For a brief moment we both considered a quickie as a finishing winner
But then I thought about my fortune and said I needed to get home to dinner

Haha, I told her I don't eat out anymore, not anymore
I've got a chef at home or don't you know
I don't eat out anymore, not anymore
I've got a chef at home or don't you know