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RAF (拉夫) (Explicit) - A$AP Mob/A$AP Rocky/PLAYBOI CARTI/Quavo
Written by：Rakim Mayers/David Cunningham/Jordan Carter/Frank Ocean/Quavious Marshall/Symere Woods
I done came up yuh ooh
Bustin' down a whole bag bag
Broke ni**a step back for what
Why don't you peep a ni**a's swag yuh
You don't even gotta ask for what
What are those
What is that yuh
Please don't touch my Raf please don't touch my Raf
Please don't touch my Raf for what
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
Bare Raf when I wear Raf
Might invest into some Raf shares
Lil niggas 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
Alessandro Gucci glasses
J.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 ni**a keepin' tabs
I'ma fly first class
Quavo hit 'em with the dab
Please don't touch my Raf
Ho don't step on my Raf Simons yah Raf
Ho don't step on my Raf Simons uh Raf
Ho don't step on my Raf Simons ooh
Do you know how much I'm spendin' huh ooh
My closet it worth 'bout a milli milli yeah yeah
Took the lil' b**ch out the runway yah uh
Now she naked in the kitchen uh
Raf Simons ayy
All kind of crazy colors ayy ayy
Livin' color colors
Left wrist Rollie butters ice
Maison Margiela my sweater Margiela
Mama told me never settle mama
Raf Simons don't lace 'em it's Raf
Got your b**ch wanna date him ooh
Huh what
Don't want 'em talkin' 'bout the paper
I swear to God these niggas be haters yah
They be hatin' I feel all the vapors
Live in cul-de-sac gon' get that lawn
Ooh right with my neighbors yeah
Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on
Now Atlanta got all different flavors
Hit that b**ch right on with my lightsaber
Ooh feel like Darth Vader
I'm a boss so you know I might Wraith you
Ooh Raf in my basement yeah
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
F**k your b**ch once ain't got patience yeah yeah
F**k your b**ch once 'cause I'm famous yeah
Put my side b**ch in Marc Jacobs ayy
Makin' them plays with my label
I get it I count it hundred on my table yeah
We gon' need a bigger table though
Need some cable tired of watchin' basic
Wouldn't sign ya if I had a label
That designer on a ni**a label fuego
Down the bottle still under the limit
I could buy your b**ch just off my debit
I could buy her not f**k up my credit
Ain't no executives flexin' my blessings
Ain't no middleman cut in my blessings
I got all of this flick for the Lord's worship
You ain't slammin' got the Asperger's
I'ma drag that ni**a he deserve it
I'ma read his a** like a LaBeija
Anna Wintour cool with my mama
And it's winter fool need a bomber
Plate of ravioli at Obama's right right right
Can't you see I'm eating what's poppin'
Mix the ravioli stuffed with diamonds right right
We don't have the same problems
I get Raf Simons 'cause I'm gifted
That means sometimes I get it and don't even want
Give Raf Simons when I'm giftin'
That means sometimes I give it you know that you want it
Sterling silver lasers yessir
Rubies red my skin too black to blush
This b**ch too rare to bust
Seen her in the iPhone pages
This ain't on the Gram Wizard of OZ
Parka pockets full of mint leave
Guap is smelling like it brush teeth
Say cheese see the porcelain
Sand and water see swordfish
Backwoods all forestry
Raf draggin' on the floor b**ch
Flame thrower in it in it
I'm torchin' the road in these Gucci flames
Stuck to the pavement they glued
I'm two-point-five million a venue
And twenty-five hundred 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 I'm cam ready
Deadstock in memory
Please don't pop my tag