Raw (feat. Niko Brim) [91 BPM]

Raw, raw, raw, raw, raw, raw, raw, raw

Yes, Tunchie

Raw like some fresh sushi

Smokin’ on some exclussy

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 make up

Can hit it face down without fucking the pillowcase up

Raw and uncut, pay my attention

No pay cuts

Might hit it raw without no plan B cause you A+

You a Queen to me like Bohemian Rhapsody

It’s Weezy and Rapsody

We running this shit baby

These **** flat footed

These **** ants to me

It’s too raw they can’t cook it

I’m beatin’ this track pussy, raw

Aye motherfucker I’m raw

R is for Rapsody

And R is for Raw

Sometimes the panties

Don’t match the bra

Broke phone like Lamar

Ooh baby I like it raw

Had me 8 weeks a baby

Morning sick and all

Too raw

No makeup

Hermes luxury scarf

Adorn my head shopping

Like thorns without the cross

Kyrie wit the cross

Too raw in my thoughts

They nail me to the cross

For being too black and raw

Thats that bushy pussy raw

They call me pick me for

Got a mouth full of gold

Beyonce Carter-Knowles

They can't break my soul

A million I haven't sold

The truth won't be sold

I still be like “So”

I rap in strikethrough

I still laugh in bold

I say what they scared to say

The rawest rapper you know

My titties hang like Ross

Just like the Queen of Soul

Natural woman humming

“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 putting a condom on

This feel like a Compton song

This feel like Weezy, Solange

They mad, I'm mad the streets

They been doing us wrong

Too raw, anemic

That's why they keep the iron on

How we gon take off wit Takeoff

And others gon

That’s raw emotion that I display in the song

Yall takin’ life and judging Nick Cannon

That feel wrong

But, maybe that's too raw

Fuck it, I’ll carry on

And minding 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, heaux, and chrome

Like theres gotta be more for us

Morpheus on the phone

He told me to keep it raw

Bullets inside my palm

I'm holding em, knowing that I’m the light

Just like Islam, a star

Aye motherfucker I’m raw