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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fabolous
Fabolous
Performer
Lee "Lee Major" Taylor
Lee "Lee Major" Taylor
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwan Thompson
Antwan Thompson
Composer
John Jackson
John Jackson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SanManTana
SanManTana
Recording Engineer
Duro
Duro
Mixing Engineer
Antwan Thompson
Antwan Thompson
Producer
Serge Nudel
Serge Nudel
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Bitch I'm raw So hearing that any nigga 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 shit have ya teeth playin' mouth hookie Nice, you niggas 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 But ya'll on death row, one request left You lookin' for ya girl oh she just left Her and my dick just became BFFs Then I threw her out like jazzy J. E.F.F I'm raw dawg, ya'll safe sex You dicks belong in latex not tape decks You can't see me Neither can the flunkies under you My shit bananas, like a monkey number 2 I'm bigger than that More like guerrillai though Nick name funeral got that from ths killer flow Everything's still a go, my pockets be extra fat Big money on deck like A Rods next to bat Shit 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 Pretty mixed bitch 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 you? yeah I am that bitch 6 feet deep nigga, yeah I am that ditch Throw it in the bag in a recession, I am that rich I'm under close watch niggas got binoculars I ain't what's poppin' bitch, I'm what's popular If I'm the one to go at, niggas 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 partner You think I had a Gucci deal Waka Flocka Yeah I am too fuckin' raw Yeah you heard me I am too fuckin' raw (Raw, raw, raw, raw, raw, raw)
Writer(s): John Jackson, Antwan Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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