Amadeus - I'm Raw lyrics

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Amadeus - I'm Raw lyrics

b**h I'm raw! So you hearing that any n***a out-cook me As suspect as R. Kelly with Girl Scout cookies When you're talking to a pro, watch your mouth, rookie Go in your sh** have your teeth playing "mouth hooky" (Nice!) You n***as must have heard me wrong I blame them horses when I turn that Porsche Turbie on My engine getting its Kentucky Derby on Seats is brunette, paint is dirty blonde Speaking of dirty blonde, say "hi" to Curvy Don, Fergie jawn With the body movement of a turbillon 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're looking for your girl? Oh, she just left Her and my dick just became BFFs Then I threw her out like Jazzy J-E-F-F I'm raw, dog, 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 #2 I'm bigger than that More like gorilla though… Nickname: "Funeral"; got that from this k**er flow Things still a go, my pockets be extra fat Big money on deck like A-Rod's 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 and the C.M.B Pretty mixed b**h; I just call her "P.M.B" Watch your step; baby getting out that G.M.C You bust your 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 I "Amber Rose" you People running 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 a 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***as, what's stopping ya? I call my gun "Nadia", and I be finger-popping her Keep that b**h cumming like: "blakka! Blakka!" Go to your head like a shot of vodka Rock a sick fit, call a doctor partner You'd think I had a Gucci deal: Waka Flocka Yeah, I'm too f**ing raw Yeah, you heard me, I'm too f**ing raw