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Brown Chris I M So Raw

bitch get up out my stuff I wouldn't recamend U would eva check um in I started with da end So where do I begin [Chorus:] I'm so raw Turn da oven on

bitch get up out my stuff I wouldn't recamend U would eva check um in I started with da end So where do I begin [Chorus:] I'm so raw Turn da oven on

bitch get up out my stuff I wouldn't recamend U would eva check um in I started with da end So where do I begin [Chorus:] I'm so raw Turn da oven on

bitch get up out my stuff I wouldn't recamend U would eva check um in I started with da end So where do I begin [Chorus:] I'm so raw Turn da oven on

[Chris Brown] You're a dime (so beautifu) Top of the line (so unusual) Words can't define, You're running through my mind all day I'm so happy you're

might get in It's like light-ning, how I'm strikin a triflin rifleman Bullets flyin up and I'm numbin the bum, like it's Vicodin So much metal in his

to my limit When I'm in it and I get it I'm a give it to you all night I'm the shit, yeah I go hard Don't stand in lines nigga I bogart Fat boy celebrity

-B-J, Lucky's in the shack V-A click, they got them stacks and that's a fact [Pimp C] I'm a pimp ass nigga, so I collect riches Don't spend my time trickin

So I took it anyway But aye I'm a playa, don't need ya (ughh) anyway OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin All these karats like I'm some kinda