Raw

Song Raw
Artist Meek Mill
Album Mr. Philadelphia

Lyrics

[00:02.46] I asked my little b**ch if she seen a brick and she said no
[00:13.05] I told that little b**ch look at my wrist and she said oh
[00:15.81] You on some bullshit, with that point like Eric Snow
[00:18.24] My ni**a B move them O's like he playing tic tac toe
[00:20.97] Now and we both going in, like a got a curfew
[00:24.24] You don't get no money, paper shorter than commercial
[00:27.00] Let me hear you niggas plotting on me, I'm a murk you
[00:29.79] Have my goons at your crib every day like Urkel
[00:32.46] One day I go f**k a b**ch, then I be like f**k a b**ch
[00:35.22]Have her try to bust my windows out like [?]
[00:37.95] Cause I got another b**ch and she even badder
[00:40.71] Looking like Beyonce, but that don't even matter
[00:43.47] Cause I ball hard, I play for team Louie
[00:46.11] They whole clique suck my dick, that's team chewy
[00:49.11] Rocks in the Bezel, all husky face blew it
[00:51.48] Since a lil' ni**a used to talk that sh*t like Stewie
[00:54.48] Who he, Louie had Louis chicks, Louis shirts, Louis belt
[00:57.93] Walked up in the Louis store and tell 'em I want the shelf
[01:00.72] Buy the whole mannequin, niggas and they shenanigans
[01:03.30] Go get 'em sent to Hahnemann, shoot 'em like we gambling
[01:08.97] Once I trade these handguns, I'm trying to be my grandson
[01:12.51] I'm having million dollar dreams
[01:14.25] And hundred dollar nightmares thinking 'bout the cream
[01:16.74] Ok, black apollo, black rims, black tims, black ice
[01:20.01] All black everything, flowing through the back night
[01:22.71] Black flooded rollie on, looking like a flashlight
[01:25.44] Tryna get that black car money b**ch cash life