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(Hook x2) I give it to em raw and uncut Pure and untouched Raw and uncut Pure and untouched I give it to em raw and uncut Pure and untouched This what they came for, Ain't gotta cook it up (Verse) I'm goin in raw, like it's my wife Yeah bitch I'm raw, but this ain't Monday night I am uncut, so I never seen the first A She get a day, after, after I hit the first day True religion jeans, bitch I been had em Got so many pears, I can make a fruit salad In the O I make magic like voila I'm on kesha and molly, ménage a trois And I can't even add yo bitch to my catalogue Cause she got no ass, cat dog 2 cold bitch, don't you forget it Put the rap in the stamp only after I spit it (Hook x2) I give it to em raw and uncut SongtextePure and untouched Raw and uncut Pure and untouched I give it to em raw and uncut Pure and untouched This what they came for, Ain't gotta cook it up (Verse) She got a big booty so I caressed it Put me on the fly now the club's congested Codeine and Sprite is my contraceptic I fuck a bitch till she narcoleptic I'm directing this so it's non directed My flow insane, but I'm karma collective Point a finger at you now you convalescent Kidnap your girl and begin molestin I manifest and you grabbing festin You jocking me, that's a pack a gesture If the swag police bust in this bitch Right now then you will be erected Bands make her dance like a cheerleader I'm hot as fuck and she a heat seeker I'm a classic maker, you a masturbator And a dick eater, and a meat beater Married to the game, you can ask the preacher So they throwing all this condolences An italian bitch, in italy and she sucking me, mamma mia You a lame, wouldn't wanna be ya Versace shades, I can barely see you Go against me and it's rest to peace you Pow, and the motto be (Hook x2) I give it to em raw and uncut Pure and untouched Raw and uncut Pure and untouched I give it to em raw and uncut Pure and untouched This what they came for, Ain't gotta cook it up Aus Songtexte Mania