Versuri A$AP Rocky ft. Frank Ocean, Lil Uzi Vert & Quavo – RAF lyrics
I done came up
Bustin’ down a whole bag
Broke n*gga, step back
Why don’t you peep a n*gga’s swag
You don’t even gotta ask
What are those? What is that?
Please don’t touch my Raf
Please don’t touch my Raf
I’m racked up like rappers
I’m Raf’d up on camera
Get knocked out on camera
Squeeze pump like asthma
It’s rare Raf when I wear Raf
Rare Raf when I wear Raf
Might invest into some Raf shares
Lil n*ggas still share Raf
Yeah and I’m drippin’ on racks
Rick Owens be the tag
Do the digital dash
Yeah I’m boastin’, never brag
Please don’t touch my Raf
Bought a Kris Van Assche
Alessandra Gucci bags
W. Anderson collab
Yeah she pop it like a mac
Yeah she drop it on the bag
I’ma buy another bag
‘Cause she always bring it back
Yeah you know how to make it last
Plus a n*gga keepin’ tabs
I’ma fly first class
Quavo hit ’em with the dab
Please don’t touch my Raf Simons
Please don’t step on my Raf Simons
Ho don’t step on my Raf Simons
Ho don’t step on my Raf Simons
Do you know how much I’m spendin’?
My closet it worth ’bout a milli
Took the lil’ b*tch to the runway
Now she naked in the kitchen
Raf Simons
All kind of crazy colors
Livin’ color
Left wrist, Rollie butter (ice)
Maison Margiela my sweater (Margiela)
Mama told me never settle (mama!)
Raf Simons, don’t lace ’em
Got your b*tch wanna date him
Huh? Wait
Don’t want ’em talkin’ ’bout the paper
I swear to God these n*ggas be haters
They be hatin’, I feel out the vapors
Live in cul-de-sac, gon’ get that lawn
Ooh, right with my neighbors
Diamonds on my neck and Rollie, oh
Now Atlanta got all different flavors
Hit that b*tch right, I’m with my Life Savers
Oooh, feel like Darth Vader
I’m a boss so you know I might Wraith you
Ooh, Raf in my basement
Yeah pass the gas
Bet you know that I’m gon’ face it
Wait, that’s the reason that they mad
‘Cause Lil Uzi, yeah he made it
Yeah, I wore that Raf ‘fore I made it
Yeah, I wore that Raf ‘fore I made it
Yeah, got that Raf all in my basement
Yeah, once I got patience
Yeah, f*ck these b*tches once ’cause I’m famous
Yeah, put my side b*tch in Marc Jacob
Ayy, makin’ them plays with my Lego
I get it, I count it, hundred on my table
Rubies red, my skin too black to blush
Seen her on the iPhone pages
Then seen on the Gram, Wizard of Oz
Pockets, pockets full of mid leaf
Guap is smellin’ like it’s dusty
Say cheese, see the porcelain
In water, see swordfish
Backwoods off 4th St
Raf draggin’ on the… floor, b*tch
Flame thrower and it’s, and it’s flame
I’m torchin’ the road in these Gucci flames
Stuck to the pavement, they glued
I’m 2.5 million a venue
And 2500 a tooth
I’m coatin’ my lungs in the muddy
I’m cold like I’m sick with the flu
I cover my face and I’m bloody
That spring/summer 2002
Two, two, two, two, yeah, please don’t touch my Raf
Sleep in the grass, Teddy
Sleep with the Teddy
Quick with the hands, ready
Please don’t touch my bag
Please don’t touch my Raf
Shirt off on cam, ready
Deadstock in memory
Please don’t pop my tag
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