Raw feat. Lil Wayne,Niko Brim

歌詞

Raw Uh Yes, Tunechi, raw like some fresh sushi Smokin' on some exclusi' like the sex juicy More booty, less moody, never stress to me I'm fly as fuck-she say, "Jet fuel me" Ooh, baby, you like it raw? Me too, baby But no new babies-that's word to the Wu, baby Me and you raw like some steak, boo I ate you then tell you how I hate to regurgitate you They don't make 'em like they make you, no makeup Can hit it face down without fuckin' the pillowcase up Raw and uncut, pay my attention, no pay cuts Might hit it raw wit' no Plan B 'cause you A+ You a queen to me like Bohemian Rhapsody It's Weezy and Rapsody we runnin' this shit, baby These niggas flat-footed, these niggas ants to me It's too raw-they can't cook it; I'm eatin' this track, pussy, raw Ayy, motherfucker, I'm raw Yo, uh R is for Rapsody and R is for raw Sometimesthe panties don't match the bra Broke phone like Lamar-ooh, baby, I like it raw Had me eight weeks a baby, mornin' sick and all, too raw No makeup, Hermès luxury scarf Adorn my head shoppin' like thorns without the cross Kyrie with the cross, too raw in my thoughts They'd nail me to the cross for bein' too black and raw That's that bushy pussy rap they call me pick-me fo' Got a mouth full of gold- Beyoncé Carter-Knowles They can't broke my soul; a million, I haven't sold The truth won't be sold- I still be like, "So?" I rap in strike-through, I still laugh in bold I say what they scared to say, the rawest rappin' you know My titties hang like Ross just like the Queen of Soul Natural woman hummin'-ooh, baby, I like it raw Pull up to the function without no makeup on Foreign whips I'm in-gas lights, they flicker on No more doin' it raw; he puttin' the condom on This feel like a Compton song, this feel like Weezy, Solange They mad, I'm mad-the streets, they been doin' us wrong Too raw, anemic-that's why they keep the iron on How we gon' take off with Takeoff and others gone? That's raw emotion that I display in a song Y'all takin' life and judgin' Nick Cannon-that feel wrong But maybe that's too raw-fuck it, I'll carry on And mind the business, uh, the one that I belong The rocks and all the stones they throw, I built a home Sat in it and wrote a poem about bitches, hoes, and chromes Like, there's gotta be more for us; Morpheus on the phone He told me to keep it raw; bullets inside my palm I'm holdin' them knowin' that I'm the light just like Islam, a star Ayy, motherfucker, I'm raw