Raspy Shit Pharrell Williams

[Intro]
Uh, a lil' better
Yep, lil' Skateboard P, haha
Yessir, yessir, yessir, yessir

[Verse 1]
Ma, the way you huggin' on me, it's a problem
The fuck you tryna end up in the gossip column?
I know I got jewels like I'm the pharoah of the ghetto
But we are and it's a bright-ass shiny Carerra
Stickin' your feet out the window so they can see your stillettos
Cost a thousand dollars, same as your housing holla
Not to mention the wrist and the thirty thousand collar
Pussy must be good, he's victim to your power
Shit, nigga like me? I would never allow it
Spit that shit to me, I would ask you, "Have you showered?"
You wanna get up in my boat and ride
Take pictures with the kid up in Ocean Drive
Go to Casa Tua and just sip on Calouas
At the bar, talkin' to other women about the best jewelers
You like that, huh? Smilin' still, call your girlfriend (Why?)
You fell asleep at the wheel

[Chorus]
Don't try to come up on my ear talkin' all that raspy shit, raspy shit
Don't try to come up on my ear talkin' all that raspy shit, raspy shit
Don't try to come up on my ear talkin' all that raspy shit, raspy shit
And don't try to come up on my ear talkin' all that raspy shit
Tryna ask me shit, c'mon