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Got Ciroc in a glass (Got Ciroc)
Raw paper exotic first class (Exotic)
No tricking baby I'll buy ya food (I can't trick)
Mixed with liquor and Mary

strapped up her Saint Laurent
My bitch get money like me
My bitch already on fleek
She twisted weed in a raw that's origami
Yeah, Yeah
Show me you solid
I

towels when we hop out the shower
I don't got no time I'm trying to make it pour
Straight dime, I'm a hop in it raw
I'm not even playing I swear it's

Lk idk why mans goin on raw
Make man bill up my dank in raw
Ur girls here bress on form
Ur at yard wid da wipes n porn
N its peak
Cah thats jawns
Man

You want smoke well you can get chiefed
In a raw paper this is not no swisher sweet
All niggas do is wine and weep
Thanking my ancestors and legends

making us whole,
In the raw emotion of each rhyme we spill,
We find the strength to rise, against the will.

(Verse 2)
From the concrete jungle to the city

Wavy wavy wavy
I might just call her my lady 
I been in awe of her lately
Wanna see all of her naked
Living so wild
Shit I might bust in her raw

I'm fuckin that bitch
From the motherfuckin back
Yea you know I'm finna clap
Ima get up in it raw
That bitch all up on my cock
Ima get up in it raw like

hard

She put it all up on me Oh yeah, I'm in it raw, in it raw
Still live life like a demon Sip, drink, but I don't need it
Call you how your life been

She get in my bed, I feel like McLovin
Might fuck on the hoe, but I could never love her
I can't go in it raw, gotta grab me a rubber
I can't go in it

I'm Only Human

Rick Ross

Trilla [Clean]

2008

write you off, unemployed to a Boss!
Another young broad, I'll run in there raw!
Raw, raw - oh yes I am!
Chevy on ground, call it Mex-I-Can
I run D.C.

Hi kids, here's some Hip-Hop in its raw form
No auto-tune or crisp snare, and it's all bars
Let's take some matches and some gas to some cop cars

in my raw jeans
Yeezy Boost runners i aint doing no joggin

Put my niggas on game i aint ball hogging
But ima keep trappin as long as moneys calling

on a chase like it's heavy rain
With my bros, they talk in mandarin
And we smoking mac like we terrorists
Stuff it in the raw, you can't handle it
Don't ask me

on her, red on her
Ooh, hop in the raw, fast ditch
Pray to God n***a don't crash this bitch

Whole wad of n****s they hate, fuck em
All this V.S. on my neck

wrap it in a raw
Bitch don't talk to me about practice I don't practice I just ball
Bradley Beal how I feel receiving passes from John Wall
Heard he

me wrong
Innocent till I was yours in the raw
Innocent till I was yours in the raw
Run, hide
He ain't gonna win this time Left, right
24 thousand lies

Holon holon too cold for the bitch put ya coat on
She driving too fast told her hold on
Stuffing zaza in a raw cone
Designer slippers no socks on
I

Puttin this weed in a raw
Bro was away when they
Put through the door
Ask myself what are we doin it for

Turns out am just wanting more
Turns out Am jus

some swollen ribs, I put it in her raw
And that obese kid can try and diss but his numbers will flop
We ain't forget how you racist kid, we still

Telling you to watch out
You like rolling in a raw paper ya get me high
Got that organic hemp and I just wanna try
You all natural unrefined
Just authentic

I hear the beat I go in 
No hesitate
Loudest in a raw I told my plug turn it up 
Soon as I leave his crib 
Den I'm gone burn it up 
I'm impatient 

You let me bust in you raw
You let me bust in you raw
I know you don't do that for everybody
I know you don't do that for everybody
Why your mom

been putting lemon haze in a raw ain't hitting like before so I 
Drink 
It's a long cold road to the war tell a brother be sure when I 
Drink 
I'm a very