Raw b*tch lyrics

I get some money and I’m happy
Aye (Queen sh*t)

At a point where I don’t really wanna talk to nobody
b*tches getting smacked just for looking at me
I ain’t tryna kick it, f*ck around take your n*gga
I just wanna get some money, and i’m happy
I make a b*tch cry like she [?]
She getting her hair done when her n*gga nappy
He say it’s cheaper to keep her, if ain’t no keeper it’s cheaper to freak her
I got access to his Visas, I got the power, Lupita
Color of money, Freedia
All these dumbass eaters
I go evеrywhere with no bra on
Make this sh*t comе to life like i’m in Chalk Zone
What would you do in a dark home? (yeah)
What would you do on that walk home? (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’m a raw b*tch, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m a raw b*tch, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m a raw b*tch, yeah, yeah, yeah
I do raw sh*t, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m a raw b*tch, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m a raw b*tch, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m a raw b*tch, yeah, yeah, yeah
I do raw sh*t, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m a raw b*tch, you a dry hoe
No effort on, I don’t even gotta try, hoe
Make a real n*gga shine, gettin’ high, hoe (gettin’ high b*tch)
You was just tryna get by, hoe (tryna get by)
I’m a raw b*tch, bust in a b*tch hair like raw di*k
b*tch, i get bread like porridge
If a n*gga mad then he all b*tch
I don’t converse with dummies
b*tch i do verse for money and church and for me
But we gon’ go if a hoe wanna know where I be then, yo
Ain’t nobody f*ckin’ with me [?] through the door
Real talk, [?] on MySpace
Yo b*tch gotta real dry face
But at least that’s not my taste
High-tale a hoe like a highway

I’m a raw b*tch, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m a raw b*tch, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m a raw b*tch, yeah, yeah, yeah
I do raw sh*t, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m a raw b*tch, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m a raw b*tch, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m a raw b*tch, yeah, yeah, yeah
I do raw sh*t, yeah, yeah, yeah

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