Chris Brown - I'm So Raw lyrics

[Chorus:] Look I'm so raw Turn da oven on Cheff papa johns I get the parmesan [Verse 1:] She want ah yellow n***a Corn on the cobb Indian giver Slobb on my nobb The b**h blow hard Harder den some halls Here take um all you'll be straight in the morn I'm two piece gone I'm neva gone call Fly n***a I ont wear it if it's in da mall Seen it on da blog These mutha f**as cost East saint laurent U can tell by the faunt I do wat I want Wake up wens it's lunch Walk like I'm drunk Swagga so uh Gold yard trunks go around I got ah bunch Tell till you safe b**h get up out my stuff I wouldn't recamend U would eva check um in I started with da end So where do I begin [Chorus:] I'm so raw Turn da oven on Cheff papa johns I get the parmesan [Verse 2:] Pocket full of paper under age in casino U wanna see id oh But I'm in da suite doe Here my room key go Room movin slow mo Fans want ah photo But it's my turn ta roll hold up baby hold those U see I'm chillin doe low Lense with ah logo Pinky ring fro doe I'm fellin myself no hohoho h*mo Hold da beat pour dat mo roro roso Rosa you bozos Could'ntspeak wat I'm on U n me rosseta stone All these n***as r ah clone We be originals Young money sinimals Tribe full of generals Dnt ask me sh** unless it in ah interview n***a Unless it's in ah interview aha Dnt talk ta me I'm not your friend I'm just ah fan Of ah ah fan aha I love all my fans doe