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