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I touch raw 
Up Roar, he gone sit it out
Niggas sub par, mask on
Picking up my boo, peek at you
All y'all mans soft, dope on all 
The crew, that's

and the green rolling off a Bean
Took her off the scene
Yeah i gotta rubber but im still gone hit it raw
What i look like cuffing her pass her to my dawg
She

She ain't got a chest 
But that ass is phenomenal 
Fucking her raw 
And my dick in abdominals
Fuckin like bunnies 
We fucking like animals 
Birds

a mess  

And dey know I'm raw 

White bitch 
She booting up with a straw 
I'll smoke da fuckboy 
Like some raw 
Bitch ima known to 
Quick Draw like McGraw

to tell you the code 
Yeah I said it right in your face 
G star raw yah 
All of my denims are raw 
You call me whenever you need me 
They chasing my bitch,

Yeah
Yeah
Raw B Wiked
Yeah
Wiked Troopz
Its Lil Soul baby
Fuck a fake friend and a snake man
No snakes
I aint playing the way my day been
No games

discriminate at all (at all) beef I eliminate I play the game raw (game raw)
Sleep I advise you not to do when it's walk time
I have niggas catching they cut

really dumb

This corn is raw!
Put your hand on the key sir!
Of course it's crisp it's raw!

Hey, I think that you're stupid
Hey, I think that you're dumb

the apprentice 
Baby I kno that the cash rules
You look at me I look past you 
My niggas wilder than baboons
Raw tune no cartoons 
My chopper hit niggas like

thoughts are all a motherfucking mosh pit
I've been off script, aw shit, I been running on a raw binge often
I'm bout to get me what I want
And what I want's

So dirty, cheap , and raw has you chokin' on smoke
Inhale and exhale, electrifyingly real
My microphone is handcrafted from a live third rail
I excel,

Pin me on the wall
I quiver til I fall
And let it sink in
Kiss me on the floor
Lemme feel it raw
And let it sink in
It’s more like surrender now
With

confiance défaillit
Alors je m'exprime
J'agence ma pensée par saillies
Le contrecoup violent en prime

Slow and steady
Raw and ready
Bare and hide your

finna twerk
Fuck the condom goin raw
My lil niggas finna float inside
Still thinking business when you blow me
Ain’t letting brokeness grow inside
Fuck

closed my eyes
She turned and hit me 
Woke up all surprised
Not finna get me 
When I turned around
She was snoring big z's
She play the game raw
To raw no

Your bitch love me, I'm lit; Rick Ross
This Rolex on me, what's the cost
This nigga said the diamonds flawed
Put Uzi on it, Maaly Raw
Criss, Cross,

want
Weed smell like piss
Roll it in a raw
Bitch my name is James
You can call me raw
I do t play no games
No none at all 
I just stand my ground 
Yea

tried to bring you back bro
That's a fucking fact bro
Tell me where you at bro
Like a lost cause
Like a game paused
You stuck boy
Still the pains raw
So

(No)
You're just someone that I feel like I gotta expose (ha)
The music industry can't take no more fakes (Ye ye)
That's why we're here
Keeping it raw

Now i gotta really ball
I don't got no time to stall
I don't got no time to fall
I don't love you any more
I can't fuck you bitches raw
Said some shit i

play Marshall Law for the sickest moves
Start dropping it raw for a quicker move
If I fuck a bitch raw we forever cool
Keep that lil pussy tight you

Last gaze 
My eyes are closing     
A sense of regret   
That I don't want to know 

Voices 
I could be dreaming 
It's raw and bleeding 
I don't want

said to me
Implode
And my heart
You know
So take from my mind
These worthless raw ambitions
Aren't even mine
Break!
From my heart
These desires
These

your fucking mum
Imma hit her raw

Five pounds in the bag when I ride know you hate that
Smoking out so often billy lookin' like a face tat
Wondering if