I'm Raw Lyrics - There Is No Competition 2: The Grieving Music Mixtape - Fabolous

Bitch I'm raw, 

So hearing that any n-gga out cook me 

Is suspect as R. kelly with girl scout cookies 

When u talking to a pro watch ya mouth rookie 

Go in ya sh-t have ya teeth playin mouth hookie 

Nice, you n-ggas must of heard me wrong. 

I blame them horses when I turn that Porche turby on (vrrrrm) 

My engine gettin his Kentucky derby on, 

Seats is brunette... paint is dirty blonde 

Speaking of dirty blonde... say hi to curvy don... Fergie john 

With the body movement of a turbion... 

I just watch ha, it's been a hectic year... so I sit and get fried 

Call the weed electric chair 

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But ya'll on death row... one request left 

U looking for ya girl oh she just left 

Her and my d-ck just became BFFs 

Then I threw her out like jazzy J. E.F.F 

I'm raw dawg, ya'll safe sex 

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 number 2 

I'm bigger than that 

More like guerrillai though... 

Nick name funeral got that from ths killer flow. 

Err things still a go, my pockets be extra fat 

Big money on deck like A Rods next to bat 

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SH-T 

Somebody contact the tabloids 

I'm a big deal like a contract from bad boy 

Yeahh... it's all good baby baaaby 

My swag plays a big part so it's all gravy 

We hit the club like Nino in the C.M.B 

Pretty mixed b-tch I just call ha P.M.B 

Watch ya step baby gettin out that G.M.C 

You bust yo ass 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 u?... yeah I am that b-tch 

6 feet deep n-gga, yeah I am that ditch. 

Throw it in the bag in a recession, I am that rich 

I'm under close watch n-ggas got binoculars 

I ain't what's poppin b-tch I'm what's popular 

If I'm the one to go at, n-ggas what's stopping ya 

I call my gun Nadia, and I be finger poppin ha 

Keep that bitch comming like blakka blakka 

Go to ya head like a shot of vodka 

Rock a sick fit call a doctor potna 

U think I had a Gucci deal Waka Flocka 

yeahh I am tooo f-cking raw 

yeah u heard me I am too f-cking raw! 

(raw, raw, raw, raw, raw, raw...)