Raw (how You Like It)
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[verse 1]
bow! bow!
i came through the door with the raw martin margiela superstar status
everything stellar, with some bad bitches and some ex-drug sellers
niggas already jealous, we in this joint like bob marley and the wailers
she already wanna pick, bitch don't be so over zealous
go to the bar to get around like a propeller
the bar maid's name is stella
i'm so appalled like mccartney, would you record me
am i really mad? hardly, i'm here to party
one of y'all to give me body like lati-fah
niggas in the corner smoking that ree-fa
seen a girl she had bottom like a speak-er
wanna put some hands on her like a preach-er
hmmmm! well let me take my time
she ordered bacardi, getting twisted in the limelight
seen that ass cause i got hindsight
she was lit shining bright in a fit that was tight
'bout to get that invite to a night over egypt