I'm Raw
(专辑: There Is No Competition 2: The Grieving Music - 2010)
Raw, raw, raw, raw Raw, raw, raw, raw Raw, raw, raw, raw So hearing that any nigga out cook me Is suspect as R. Kelly with girl scout cookies When you talking to a
pro watch ya mouth rookie Go in ya shit, have ya teeth playing mouth hookie, nice You niggas must of heard me wrong I
blame them horses when I
turn that Porche turby on My engine getting his Kentucky Derby on Seats is brunette, paint is dirty blonde Speaking of dirty blond, say hi to curvy don, Fergie John With the
body movement of a
turbion I
just watch her, it's been a
hectic year so I
sit and get fried Call the
weed electric chair But ya'll on death row, one request left You looking for ya girl, oh, she just left Her and my dick just became B-F-F's Then I
threw her out like Jazzy J-E-F-F I'm raw dawg, ya'll safe sex You dicks belong in latex, not tape decks You can't see me neither can the
flunkies under you My shit bananas, like a
monkey no.2 I'm bigger than that, more like guerrilla though Nick name funeral got that from this killer flow Err things still a
go, my pockets be extra fat Big money on deck like a
rods next to bat, shit Somebody contact the
tabloids I'm a
big deal like a
contract from Bad Boy Yeah, it's all good baby, baby My swag plays a
big part so it's all gravy We hit the
club like Nino in the
C-M-B, yeah Pretty mixed, bitch, I
just call her P-M-B, yeah Watch ya step, baby, getting out that G-M-C You bust yo ass, girl, we both gon be on T-M-Z Don't be shy, let them cameras expose you The
worst that can happen is a
amber rose you People running up like damn, I
knows you Hey, ain't you? Yeah, I
am that bitch 6
feet deep, nigga, yeah, I
am that ditch Throw it in the
bag in the
recession, I
am that rich I'm under close watch, niggas got binoculars I
ain't what's popping, bitch, I'm what's popular If I'm the
one to go at, nigga, what's stopping ya? I
call my gun, Nadia and I
be finger popping her Keep that bitch coming like blakka, blakka Go to yo head like a
shot of vodka Rocka sick fit call a
doctor, potna You think I
had a
Gucci deal, Waka Flocka Yeah, I
am too fucking raw Yeah, you heard me, I
am too fucking raw Raw, raw, raw, raw Raw, raw, raw, raw Raw, raw, raw, raw Raw, raw, raw, raw Raw, raw, raw, raw Raw, raw, raw, raw