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mr mo (usa) – raw lyrics

[intro: soloin & mr mo]
solo
aye
ahh mr mo eh

[chorus: soloin & mr mo]
raw, i’m raw (b-tch), i’m raw, i’m raw (huh), i’m raw, i’m raw (yeah), i’m raw, i’m raw (what)
you ain’t raw n-gga what
raw, i’m raw (huh), i’m raw, i’m raw (aye), i’m raw, i’m raw (aye), i’m raw (aye), i’m raw (aye)
raw, i’m raw (b-tch), i’m raw, i’m raw (huh), i’m raw, i’m raw (uh), i’m raw (uh), i’m raw (uh)
you ain’t raw n-gga what
raw, i’m raw (aye), i’m raw, i’m raw (okay), i’m raw, i’m raw (yeah), i’m raw (yeah), i’m raw (yeah)
you ain’t raw n-gga what

[verse 1: mr mo]
hold up, pause
this is not for fun
i was up late last night counting dollar bills for the boys
listen, explore
you just stand there boring
6 ft tall like a baller from the bronx
excuse me, i’m flawed
n-ggas is not perfect
that’s why i need the lord to come down with his sword
uh yeah
chop you n-ggas off
cut you like it’s lunch then you laking like lebron

[pre-chorus: mr mo]
i been working like a fool
40 hours no lunch (aye)
please call my mom
ducking all your calls
p-ssy -ss n-gga for what
shooting up your block
real n-ggas not real
fake n-ggas not real
i might skirt off this lot with a car that’s not my own
get into your zone like i work at autozone
donuts round the block like i work at dunkin donuts
all you n-ggas fall like you work at dominos
godd-mn

[chorus: soloin]
raw, i’m raw (b-tch), i’m raw, i’m raw (huh), i’m raw, i’m raw (yeah), i’m raw, i’m raw (what)
raw, i’m raw (huh), i’m raw, i’m raw (aye), i’m raw, i’m raw (aye), i’m raw (aye), i’m raw (aye)
raw, i’m raw (b-tch), i’m raw, i’m raw (huh), i’m raw, i’m raw (uh), i’m raw (uh), i’m raw (uh)
raw, i’m raw (aye), i’m raw, i’m raw (okay), i’m raw, i’m raw (yeah), i’m raw (yeah), i’m raw (yeah)

[verse 2: soloin]
copy the flow you ain’t nothing but trouble collect all the funds you get dumb rich
i dont f-ck with these n-gga they takin my sh-t tryna profit a bag like a thot b-tch
stay to myself and my circle my gang they my family rockin we don’t switch
we gon make it the top we gon feast on these b-tches they all on our d-ck like a banquet
they stare at me, laugh, yeah these n-gga look down on me frown on me you not the bro homie (aye, aye)
been reppin my sh-t since the boy was a kid in 2012 like the name kony (aye, aye, yeah)
you n-ggas is funny a joke got the paint on to yo face like a clown talking blasphemy
all i want is the money i take it and grab it i bash in your t–th like you cardi b

- mr mo usa lyrics

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