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tyga - i'm so raw lyrics

[verse 1]
look i’m so raw, turn the oven on
chef papa john, i get the parmesan
she want a yellow n-gga, corn on the cob
indian giver, slob on my kn-b
the b-tch blow hard, harder than some halls
here, take ’em all, you’ll be straight in the morn’
i’m two peace gone, i’m never gon’ call
fly n-gga, i don’t wear it if it’s in the mall
seen it on the blogs, these motherf-ckers cost
yves saint laurent, you can tell by the fonts
i do what i want, wake up when it’s lunch
walk like i’m drunk, uh, swagga so uh
goyard trunks, go around, i got a bunch
tell tsa, b-tch, get up out my stuff
i wouldn’t recommend you to ever check ’em in
i started with the end so when do i begin?

[verse 2]
i’m so raw, turn the oven on
chef papa john, i get the parmesan
pocket full of paper, underage in casinos
you wanna see id, oh? but i’m in the suite though
here my room-key, go, room movin’ slow-mo
fans want a photo, but it’s my turn to roll
hold up, baby, hold those, you see i’m chillin’, dolo
lens with a logo, pinky ring, frodo
i’m feelin’ my self, no ho-h-h-h0m-
hold that beat, poor that more ro-r-r-roso
rosé, you bozos, couldn’t speak what i’m on
you would need rosetta stone
all these n-ggas all clones, we be originals
young money seminoles, tribe full of generals
don’t ask me sh-t unless it’s in a interview, n-gga
unless it’s in a interview

[outro]
ha, don’t talk to me, i’m not your friend
i’m just a fan of a fan
haha, i love all my fans though
mm

- tyga lyrics

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