Lil Durk – Too Raw Lyrics

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This my car, hop in b*tch and take yo’ shoes off
Beggin’ b*tch she keep on askin’ me throw my mood off
I got prices goin’ to the store and bring me 2 pops
I can’t f*ck that p*ssy that p*ssy weak that p*ssy too popped
My little whoadie changed the score that nigga too hot
I can’t trust my homie ’cause he told he too cop
Fresh out of jail fresh out of jail judge gave me 2 shots
And I told the judge that I’m too raw

Bandana on me like I’m 2pac
Shoutout to Rome I call him 2 Glocks
Don’t mention names to get some cool points
That’s that shit that’s gon’ get you shot
Bankroll, two knots
Dope boy, two spots
Hot stove, two pots
(…..)
Audemar wristwatch, broke hoes, don’t kiss thots
F*ck a rumor, send shots
(…..)
Shake something, my lil niggas gon’ take something
Me and (…..) f*cked your baby mama
A nigga like me you can’t pay to (…..)
Beverly Hills, don’t pay for parking
Been in the trenches, got top dollar
With my dogs like Rottweilers
Me and my dawgs, we ain’t got problems

This my car, hop in b*tch and take yo’ shoes off
Beggin’ b*tch she keep on askin’ me throw my mood off
I got prices goin’ to the store and bring me 2 pops
I can’t f*ck that p*ssy that p*ssy weak that p*ssy too popped
My little whoadie changed the score that nigga too hot
I can’t trust my homie ’cause he told he too cop
Fresh out of jail fresh out of jail judge gave me 2 shots
And I told the judge that I’m too raw