Fabolous - I'm Raw lyrics

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Fabolous - I'm Raw lyrics

Raw, raw, raw, raw Raw, raw, raw, raw Raw, raw, raw, raw So hearing that any n***a out cook me Is suspect as R. Kelly with girl scout cookies When you talkin' to a pro watch ya mouth rookie Go in ya sh**, have ya teeth playin' mouth hookie, nice You n***as must of heard me wrong I blame them horses when I turn that Porche turby on My engine gettin' his Kentucky Derby on Seats is brunette, paint is dirty blonde Speakin' 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 d**h row, one request left You lookin' 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 s** You dicks belong in latex, not tape decks You can't see me neither can the flunkies under you My sh** bananas, like a monkey no.2 I'm bigger than that, more like guerrilla though Nick name funeral got that from this k**er flow Err things still a go, my pockets be extra fat Big money on deck like a rods next to bat, sh** 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, b**h, I just call her P-M-B, yeah Watch ya step, baby, gettin' out that G-M-C You bust yo a**, 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 runnin' up like damn, I knows you Hey, ain't you? Yeah, I am that b**h 6 feet deep, n***a, yeah, I am that ditch Throw it in the bag in the recession, I am that rich I'm under close watch, n***as got binoculars I ain't what's poppin', b**h, I'm what's popular If I'm the one to go at, n***a, what's stoppin' ya? I call my gun, Nadia and I be finger poppin' her Keep that b**h comin' 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 f**in' raw Yeah, you heard me, I am too f**in' 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