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Im Raw Video (MV)




Performed By: Drama
Featuring: Fabolous, DJ Drama
Length: 3:00
Written by: Antwan Thompson, John Jackson




Drama - Im Raw Lyrics
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[ Featuring Fabolous, DJ Drama ]

Bitch I'm raw so you hearing that any nigga out cook me
Is suspect as R.Kelly with girl scout cookies
When you talkin' to a pro watch your mouth rookie
Go in your shit have your teeth playing mouth hookie
You niggas must of heard me wrong
I blame the horses when I turn the Porsche turby on
My engine gettin' its Kentucky derby on

Seats is brunette
Paint is dirty blond
Speaking of dirty blond
Say high to Kirby for 'em
Fergie, John

With the body movement of a turby on
I just watch her, it's been a hectic year
So I sit and get fried, call the weed electric chair
But y'all on death row one request left
You lookin' for your girl oh she just left
Her and my dick just became BFF's
Then I threw her out like jazzy E-F-F
I'm raw dog ya'll safe sex
You dicks belong in latex not tape decks
You cant see me neither can the flunkies under you
My shit bananas like a monkeys number two
I'm bigger than that more like gorilla though

Nickname funeral, got that from this killa flow
Everything still a go, my pockets be extra fat
Big money on deck like A-Rod next to bat
Shit, somebody contact the tabloids
I'mma big deal like a contract from Bad-Boy
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 CMB
Pretty mix bitch I just PMB
Watch your step baby gettin' out that GMC
You bust your ass girl we both gon' be on TMZ
Don't be shy let them cameras expose you
The worst that can happen is I Amber Rose you

People runnin' up like "Damn I knows you"
Hey ain't you, yea I am that big
Six feet deep nigga yea I am that ditch
Throw it in a bag in a recession I am that rich
I'm under close watch niggas got binoculars
I ain't whats poppin' bitch I'm what's popular
If I'm the one to go at niggas whats stoppin ya
Call my gun naudia and I be finger poppin' her
Keep that bitch cummin' like blahka blahka
Go to your head like a shot of vodka
Rock a sick fit call a doctor partner
You would think I had a Gucci deal Waka Flaka
Yeah I'm too f*cking raw
Yeah you heard me I'm too f*cking raw
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Bitch I'm raw so you hearing that any nigga out cook me
Is suspect as R.Kelly with girl scout cookies
When you talkin' to a pro watch your mouth rookie
Go in your shit have your teeth playing mouth hookie
You niggas must of heard me wrong
I blame the horses when I turn the Porsche turby on
My engine gettin' its Kentucky derby on

Seats is brunette
Paint is dirty blond
Speaking of dirty blond
Say high to Kirby for 'em
Fergie, John

With the body movement of a turby on
I just watch her, it's been a hectic year
So I sit and get fried, call the weed electric chair
But y'all on death row one request left
You lookin' for your girl oh she just left
Her and my dick just became BFF's
Then I threw her out like jazzy E-F-F
I'm raw dog ya'll safe sex
You dicks belong in latex not tape decks
You cant see me neither can the flunkies under you
My shit bananas like a monkeys number two
I'm bigger than that more like gorilla though

Nickname funeral, got that from this killa flow
Everything still a go, my pockets be extra fat
Big money on deck like A-Rod next to bat
Shit, somebody contact the tabloids
I'mma big deal like a contract from Bad-Boy
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 CMB
Pretty mix bitch I just PMB
Watch your step baby gettin' out that GMC
You bust your ass girl we both gon' be on TMZ
Don't be shy let them cameras expose you
The worst that can happen is I Amber Rose you

People runnin' up like "Damn I knows you"
Hey ain't you, yea I am that big
Six feet deep nigga yea I am that ditch
Throw it in a bag in a recession I am that rich
I'm under close watch niggas got binoculars
I ain't whats poppin' bitch I'm what's popular
If I'm the one to go at niggas whats stoppin ya
Call my gun naudia and I be finger poppin' her
Keep that bitch cummin' like blahka blahka
Go to your head like a shot of vodka
Rock a sick fit call a doctor partner
You would think I had a Gucci deal Waka Flaka
Yeah I'm too f*cking raw
Yeah you heard me I'm too f*cking raw
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Writer: Antwan Thompson, John Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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