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letra de i'm raw - fabolous


“i’m raw”

raw, raw, raw, raw
raw, raw, raw, raw
raw, raw, raw, raw

so hearing that any n-gg- 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-t, have ya teeth playin’ mouth hookie, nice

you n-gg-s 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 death row, one request left
you lookin’ for ya girl, oh, she just left
her and my d-ck 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-x
you d-cks belong in latex, not tape decks
you can’t see me neither can the flunkies under you
my sh-t bananas, like a monkey no.2

i’m bigger than that, more like guerrilla though
nick name funeral got that from this killer flow
err things still a go, my pockets be extra fat
big money on deck like a rods next to bat, sh-t

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-tch, i just call her p-m-b, yeah
watch ya step, baby, gettin’ out that g-m-c
you bust yo -ss, 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 d-mn, i knows you
hey, ain’t you? yeah, i am that b-tch

6 feet deep, n-gg-, yeah, i am that ditch
throw it in the bag in the recession, i am that rich
i’m under close watch, n-gg-s got binoculars
i ain’t what’s poppin’, b-tch, i’m what’s popular

if i’m the one to go at, n-gg-, what’s stoppin’ ya?
i call my gun, nadia and i be finger poppin’ her
keep that b-tch 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-ckin’ raw
yeah, you heard me, i am too f-ckin’ 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