Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm so Raw , by - Mr.TacRelease date: 09.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm so Raw |
| Look, I’m so raw |
| Turn the oven on |
| Chef Papa John |
| I get the Parmesan |
| She want ah yellow ni*ga |
| Corn on the cob |
| Indian giver |
| Slob on my knob |
| The b*tch blow hard |
| Harder Than some Halls |
| Here take 'em all |
| You’ll be straight in the morn' |
| I’m two piece gone |
| I’m never gon' call |
| Fly ni*ga, I don’t wear |
| It if it’s in the mall |
| Seen it on the blog |
| These motherf*ckers cost |
| Yves Saint Laurent |
| You can tell by the font |
| I do what I want |
| Wake up when it’s lunch |
| Walk like I’m drunk |
| Swagger so uh |
| Gold yard trunks go around I got a bunch |
| Tell till u safe b*tch get up out my stuff |
| I wouldn’t recommend |
| You to ever check um in |
| I started with the end |
| So where do I begin? |
| I’m so raw |
| Turn the oven on |
| Chef Papa John |
| I get the Parmesan |
| Pocket full of paper under age in casino |
| You wanna see ID, oh |
| But I’m in the suite though |
| Here my room key go |
| Room move in slow mo |
| Fans want a photo |
| But it’s my turn to roll |
| Hold up baby hold those |
| You see I’m chillin', Dolo |
| Lens with a logo |
| Pinky-ring, Frodo |
| I’m feelin' myself no ho-ho-ho-homo |
| Hold the beat pour that more Ro-ro-ro-roso |
| Rose, you bozos |
| Couldn’t speak what I’m on |
| You would need Rosetta Stone |
| All these ni*gas all clones |
| We be originals |
| Young Money seminals |
| Tribe full of generals |
| Don’t ask me shit unless |
| It in ah interview, nig*a |
| Unless it’s in a interview |
| Don’t talk to me, I’m not your friend |
| I’m just a fan, of a fan |
| I love all my fans though |