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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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So hearing that any nigga out cook me |
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Is suspect as |
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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 |
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I turn that |
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Porche turby on |
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My engine gettin' his |
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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, |
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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 |
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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 |
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B-F-F'sThen |
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I threw her out like |
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Jazzy J-E- |
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F-FI'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 |
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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 |
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Bad BoyYeah, 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 |
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Nino in the |
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C-M-B, yeah |
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Pretty mixed, bitch, |
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I just call her |
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P-M-B, yeah |
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Watch ya step, baby, gettin' out that |
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G-M-CYou bust yo ass, girl, we both gon be on |
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T-M-ZDon'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, |
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I knows you |
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Hey, ain't you? |
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Yeah, I am that bitch6 feet deep, nigga, yeah, |
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I am that ditch |
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Throw it in the bag in the recession, |
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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, |
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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, |
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Nadia and |
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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 |
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I had a Gucci deal, |
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Waka Flocka |
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Yeah, I am too fuckin' raw |
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Yeah, you heard me, |
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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 |
