Raw Lyrics - Chief Keef

Raw 

Chief Keef 

Raw, raw, raw, raw, raw, raw, raw 

I got a bad bitch, she raw 

I got a Mac-10, he raw 

Walk in the mall like (?) and we ball 

These men prefer the mall (?) we talk 

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh 

I remember I was off a 4 and my fans seen me fall 

It's like he dont give a fuck cause he raw 

These niggas ain't raw, nah 

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Just got a BMW M6 and he raw 

Don't make me use the shift stick and leave yall 

Bitch in the woods, she like (?) that weed off 

This shit raw 

A bunch of coke 

A bunch of boats 

This shit you got on is fake, it ain't rock 

Like hot sauce on a hot dog 

'Member eatin' roman noodles 

Now I buy what I want to 

My bitch got a ass she raw too 

She (?) if she want to 

Baby cause you're raw 

You Lamborghini raw 

Girl, you Lamborghini raw 

My trap cost what a Lamborghini costs 

My trap cost what a Lamborghini costs 

I got some raw (?) a nigga CPR 

(?) we cut your TV off 

I'll cut your TV off 

(?) your ho this is thousands 

Swear we in bedrooms intended for bathrooms 

Photos 

So I shit where I want to 

And I know I'm raw because I know that I want to 

I got a bad bitch, she raw 

I got a Mac-10, he raw 

Walk in the mall like (?) and we ball 

These men prefer the mall (?) we talk 

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh 

I Remember When I Was Off A 4 And My Fans Seen Me Fall 

It's like he dont give a fuck cause he raw 

These niggas ain't raw, nah 

Nigga don't wanna buy you whatever you want 

Sosa your Is Raw Raw Raw Raw Raw 

When I Pull Off and the bitch is like raw, raw, raw 

Only thing gone kill me is a puff, puff, puff 

You only smokin' on Cali bud 

It ain't no loud bitch shut the fuck up 

Take a look around my house it's Glocks, And Blunts, And Glocks, And Blunts, and Glocks 

Tryna come up in here we gonna paint your ass on a Capri Sun 

Boy you cross Almighty Sosa you done 

Do this mac-10 go with my Balenciagas or the 9 With The Ones? 

I got so many thots for my baby mama 

Cause she crazy 

She on that Aaliyah shit she love and hate me 

But I still don't feed my baby 

Child support shit, it don't faze me 

Cause I be cakey 

I go a lot of place 

I got accountants and agents 

Give my niggas (?) guns bitch, fastbreakin' 

I got a bad bitch, she raw 

I got a Mac-10, he raw 

Walk in the mall like (?) and we ball 

These men prefer the mall (?) we talk 

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh 

I remember I was off a 4 and my fans seen me fall 

It's like he dont give a fuck cause he raw 

These niggas ain't raw, nah