Raw Talk lyrics

by

Yelawolf


[Verse 1: Stevie Stone]
Sick spit, condemn 'em
Ravishing lateral moment to get 'em
I'm giving 'em (Raw Talk!)
Check my raw talk, I nitpick
Ya nimwit, ya b*tch lips on rib tips
Better get equipped, on crown lit, I pound hips
Her legs spread I'm in the midst, the back dip
For real, you's a sucka n*gga hating on mine, I ain't lying
I be laughing at you n*ggas half the time
Half of you n*ggas is mad 'cause I'm successful at rhyme
Other half 'cause your b*tches want me she fuzzy inside (Raw Talk!)
Suddenly get to speaking, I'm hanging 'round and I'm creepin'
You n*ggas blinking, I leave your head leaking (Raw Talk!)
Mothaf*ckas gonna rep me, I'm letting this getting
A little bit upsetting, don't you ever disrespect me (Raw Talk!)

[Chorus: Stevie Stone]
We coming, raw talking
Sorry your b*tches flocking
Spit real sh*t, I'm an a-hole
Got a problem with me? Put it on the table
We coming, raw talking
Sorry your b*tches flocking
Spit real sh*t, I'm an a-hole
Got a problem with me? Put it on the table
[Verse 2: SwizZz]
See I'm a raw little n*gga, triple Z
Too cold to be unthawed, a hundred degrees
Below zero, I'm in the booth wearing my winter fleece
Long sleeves and ski boots strapped on my funky feet
Every day is the same (What?)
The same n*ggas that overlooked you surprisingly want a piece of the fame
They need a drop or a shotout for me to mention they name
Acting like groupies wantin' autographs and sh*t they can frame
But f*ck it!
That's what I'm here for, I'm speaking it raw and paving a lane
I hopped on a flight to St. Louis to link up with Stevie
And fiss 'em to do it them thang
I let my nuts hang like a family photo
Yelling "Himmi Hyme", word to the snake and bat logo

[Chorus: Stevie Stone]
We coming, raw talking
Sorry your b*tches flocking
Spit real sh*t, I'm an a-hole
Got a problem with me? Put it on the table
We coming, raw talking
Sorry your b*tches flocking
Spit real sh*t, I'm an a-hole
Got a problem with me? Put it on the table
[Verse 3: Hopsin]
I'm raw, vicious, and immature
And I've tried to come off humble but it didn't work
My attitude can get me under your b*tch's skirt
If you wanna be able to make it pop like Hop then n*gga you better listen first
Take a couple notes, look:
I ain't bringing up names no more
And I ain't finna kill it with the same old flow
Bang on my motherf*cking head while I'm praying to God because I really hope a halo grow
Okay now, don't play 'round, wack MCs better go lay down
I'm trapped in a world that I don't wanna be in but I know that there's no way out
I'll take n*ggas back to the 90s
The west coast is where you'll happen to find me
I hear n*ggas up on the radio, I'm like what happened to rapping and rhyming? (sh*t who knows?)
Not me, fakeness up in every n*gga I see
I touch a new soul every time I preach
King of the new era I be

[Chorus: Stevie Stone]
We coming, raw talking
Sorry your b*tches flocking
Spit real sh*t, I'm an a-hole
Got a problem with me? Put it on the table
We coming, raw talking
Sorry your b*tches flocking
Spit real sh*t, I'm an a-hole
Got a problem with me? Put it on the table
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