Letra de Raw! - Conway the Machine

(Feat. Tech N9ne)

Uh

I'm raw, bitch, I'm dope off the spoon

Richest nigga, when I walk in rooms

Rich as fuck but I'm always goon

This and others, they go come and pick you niggas up

You niggas falling soon

Bitch floating, she off the shrooms

I'm 'bout to leave orbit soon

So high, I can walk across the moon, shit (Right, hm)

Rich as fuck from that Pyrex and those faucet moves

Wrist game with that fork and spoon

Wrist came with them flawless jewels

Stick came with assortments too

My nickname is Enforcer too, hm

Niggas ain't got the fortitude

Whip game, it's a multitude, bitches came in multiples (Hah)

Run big plays, ain't no audibles

Niggas came and broke all the rules

Big chain, I wore all my jewels (Talk, talk)

Rawest nigga in any category

She say, "Machine, can you get my BBL

Make this ass fatter for me?" (Hahaha)

I'd rather drop a bag

Have my young boys leave a nigga splattered for me (Brrt)

Me and my black .40, holy matrimony, no match for homey

I'm raw (Blrrt)

Bitch (Ah)

Bitch, I'm raw

Bitch

Bitch, I'm raw

Bitch

Bitch, I'm raw (Rrh, rrh)

Is Tech gonna be dope? They got optimism

Eat the beats, secrete with no botulism

He's a beast, compete, that's the opposition

Release heat to streets like a cop division

Delete weak police on the blocks we live in

Stop collisions, we on a "got you" mission

Beef hella deep so the chops have risen

Like a Patek Philippe, niggas watch from prison

Killa City make a N9na keep the milla with me

Little niggas wanna kill you quickly

Make you feel the blicky, zombie when they drill you stiffly

Michael Jackson Thriller video

This we know, don't give me the negativity, give me dough

Rich we grow, bitch please blow

This can really go with the Bone and Biggie flow, bro

I get it, Forbes List nigga like five visits

Ain't nobody challenging my digits, high with it

So I sing and jump around like Tye Tribbett

Nobody want to get with the odd nigga

'Til he go bust and get up to a guap getter

Not a nigga ever wanna box with us

The Machine and the Mechagodzilla

I'm raw

I'm raw ("I get raw", "R-A-W")

Bitch ("R-A")

Ah, bitch, I'm raw ("R-A-W, I get raw")

Bitch ("I get raw")

Bitch, I'm raw ("R-A-W, I get raw")

Bitch ("R-A")

Bitch, I'm raw ("I get raw", "raw", "I get raw", "raw")

("I get raw", "I get raw")

Uh, look, yeah, con man, con man

Conway, any confrontation is consequences

Y'all niggas flow is consistent contradiction (Hah)

Gun in the console, conceal when you see Con in trenches

Songs with Kanye and the Consequences

See how CyHi my confidence is?

It's constant controversy when I do do interviews

And have conversations

I should have really exposed you niggas

But I let you live so congratulations

Bitch so bad might hit her, no contraceptive

She wet like condensation

You not just a star, you a constellation

You breaking my concentration, shit

Sticky in my crowns, I roll my glue stick

Niggas talking loud, I know won't do shit

I'm going crazy, dumb, going stupid

Whole crowd losing their minds (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Look, uh, rawest out any category

She say "Machine, kill this shit from the back

Make this ass fatter for me"

I'll still drop a bag

Have my young boys leave a nigga splattered for me

Me and my black .40, holy matrimony, no match for homey

I'm raw ("I get raw", "R-A-W")

Bitch, I'm raw ("R-A")

Bitch, I'm raw ("R-A-W", "I get raw")

Bitch, I'm raw ("I get raw")

Bitch, I'm raw, bitch ("R-A-W", "I get raw")

Bitch, I'm raw, bitch ("R-A")

Bitch, I'm raw ("I get raw", "raw", "I get raw", "raw")

("I get raw", "I get raw")

"R-A-W", "R-A", "R-A", "R-A"

"R-A-W"

"R-A-W", "I get raw"

"R-A-W" (Bitch I'm raw)

Sorry Conway has no time for real, like, this is going way to fast

Pour aucun de vous les gars ! Vraiment il est beaucoup trop loin, ça fly

Paris Fashion Week 2024

Lamborghini, casino de Genève, everything

Il a pas le temps, he has no time, for both of us

Everything you can imagine like no, I don't know

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