[Intro]
Yeah, Young Tina Snow going hard on a hoe (Ahh)
[Verse 1]
Pussy so good got him talking like Yoda
I need a bae with a mouth like a motor (Rrr)
Her pussy nasty, she drink too much soda (Ugh)
I got that Alkaline chocha, that water (That water)
Walkin’ ‘round with all that hate, let it go (Let it go)
I cannot stay out the damn Gucci store (Yeah)
I like to drink but I don’t do no dope (Yeah)
My body banging, he want all the smoke
Ugh, boo, b*tch (Ooh)
Don’t do me, do you b*tch, huh (Do you)
I’ll send a chick in the bank right now
Open up sh*t like she you b*tch, huh
I’m riding ‘round with my African, huh
My ni**a stiff like a mannequin, ay
Out in the U.K., they jamming me, yeah
These ni**as love me like family, ay, uh
I’m on they head like I jacked in they face (Yeah)
All these hoes look alike like they traced (Yeah)
b*tch I’m the pencil, the paper, the case
Hoe, it is nothing to get you erased
I knock the breath out these b*tches, they wheezy
I fell in love with the cash, it complete me
Yo’ b*tch is s*utty, mcnutty, she easy
Give up that cat to a ni**a no reason
[Chorus]
I’m a raw ass b*tch, ya feel me?
Ay, tss, I'm hot, ya feel me? (Ooh)
Watch how you coming, ya feel me? (Huh)
Ain’t gotta touch you to feel me
b*tches ain’t hotter than me, ya feel me?
I’m who they tryna be, ya feel me?
You know you got that from me, ya feel me?
I make ‘em follow my lead, ya feel me? (Tss)
[Verse 2]
Bye, ni**a (Bye)
Hot girl pussy, too fire ni**a (Too fire)
I run game like five ni**as, huh
Magazine mami, got style ni**a, huh
Click on a b*tch like a camera, ugh
Real big ol’ titties like Pamela, ugh
b*tch, I’m a pro, you a amateur, ugh
Hoe you a egg I’ma scramble you, ugh (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)
These ni**as fu*k and go tattle tale
These ni**as and b*tches is parallel
I’m tryna get M's and you takin’ L's
But I got some game for you that I can sell
Wake up and get you some money (Some money)
How you a hoe and you hungry? (How?)
b*tch you ain’t playa, you funny
You just a regular dummy
[Chorus]
I’m a raw ass b*tch, ya feel me?
Ay, tss, I'm hot, ya feel me? (Ooh)
Watch how you coming, ya feel me? (Huh)
Ain’t gotta touch you to feel me
b*tches ain’t hotter than me, ya feel me?
I’m who they tryna be, ya feel me?
You know you got that from me, ya feel me?
I make ‘em follow my lead, ya feel me?
[Verse 3]
He fell in love with these verses
I told him lick on this pussy in cursive
If she ain’t Thee Stallion, he finna curve her
fu*k with my mink on, he like it furry
I got that lil mermaid, that fresh outta water
Boy I’m the plug and the muhfu*kin charger
b*tch I got the sauce, I ain’t talkin’ no tartare
These b*tches study lil Megan, I taught 'em
Giving you rap and I'm giving you sex
I’m writing bars while he giving me neck (Yeah)
He puttin’ money on me like a bet
b*tch I’m one hunnid, so hoe, come correct, ay, yeah
[Chorus]
I’m a raw ass b*tch, ya feel me?
Ay, tss, I'm hot, ya feel me? (Ooh)
Watch how you coming, ya feel me? (Huh)
Ain’t gotta touch you to feel me
Ay, yeah (Ahh)