Tyga – I'm So Raw Lyrics
[HOOK]
I'm so raw,turn the oven on
Chef Papa John, I get the parmesan
[Verse 1]
She want a yellow nigga, corn on the cob
Indian Giver, slob on my knob
The bitch 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 nigga, I dont wear it if its in the mall
Seen it on the blogs, These MuhFuckas cost
Yves Saint Laurent, You can tell by the fonts
I do whatIwant, Wake up when its lunch
Walk like I'm drunk, Swagga so uh
Godyard trunks go around I got a bunch
Tell TSA bitch,Get up out my stuff
I wouldn't recomend you to ever check him in
I started with the end so when do I begin
[HOOK]
I'm so raw,turn the oven on
Chef Papa John, I get the parmesan
[Verse 2]
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 its my turn to roll
Hold ub baby hold those
You see I'm chillin' dolo
Lens with a logo
Pinky ring frodo
Im feelin' my self No ho-h-h-homo
Hold that beat, Poor that moe ro-r-r-roso
Rose', You bozos
Couldn't speak what I'm on
You would need Rosetta Stone
All these niggas All clones
We be Originals
YOUNG MONEY Seminoles
Tribe Full of Generals
Dont ask me shit, Unless its in a interview
Nigga, unless its in a interview
[Outro]
Dont talk to me, I'm not your friend
I'm just a "Fan of a Fan"
I love all my fans though
I'm so raw,turn the oven on
Chef Papa John, I get the parmesan
[Verse 1]
She want a yellow nigga, corn on the cob
Indian Giver, slob on my knob
The bitch 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 nigga, I dont wear it if its in the mall
Seen it on the blogs, These MuhFuckas cost
Yves Saint Laurent, You can tell by the fonts
I do whatIwant, Wake up when its lunch
Walk like I'm drunk, Swagga so uh
Godyard trunks go around I got a bunch
Tell TSA bitch,Get up out my stuff
I wouldn't recomend you to ever check him in
I started with the end so when do I begin
[HOOK]
I'm so raw,turn the oven on
Chef Papa John, I get the parmesan
[Verse 2]
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 its my turn to roll
Hold ub baby hold those
You see I'm chillin' dolo
Lens with a logo
Pinky ring frodo
Im feelin' my self No ho-h-h-homo
Hold that beat, Poor that moe ro-r-r-roso
Rose', You bozos
Couldn't speak what I'm on
You would need Rosetta Stone
All these niggas All clones
We be Originals
YOUNG MONEY Seminoles
Tribe Full of Generals
Dont ask me shit, Unless its in a interview
Nigga, unless its in a interview
[Outro]
Dont talk to me, I'm not your friend
I'm just a "Fan of a Fan"
I love all my fans though
