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a$ap rocky - raf v2 lyrics

[chorus: a$ap rocky & playboi carti]
i done came up (yuh)
bustin’ down a whole bag (bag)
broke n-gg-, step back (what)
why don’t you peep a n-gg-‘s swag (yuh)
you don’t even gotta ask (for what?)
what are those? what is that? (for y’all)
please don’t touch my raf (please don’t touch my raf)
please don’t touch my raf (what)

[verse 1: a$ap rocky]
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 n-gg-s 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 -ssche
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-gg- keepin’ tabs
i’ma fly first cl-ss
quavo hit ’em with the dab
please don’t touch my raf simons

[verse 2: quavo]
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 b-tter (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

[verse 3: lil uzi vert]
huh? wait
don’t want ’em talkin’ ’bout the paper
i swear to god these n-gg-s 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 bas-m-nt
yeah p-ss 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 bas-m-nt
yeah, f-ck these b-tches 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 label
i get it, i count it, hundred on my table

[verse 4: frank ocean]
sterling silver lasers
rubies red, my skin too black to blush
this b-tch to ret to bust
seen it on the iphone pages
this ain’t on the gram, wizard of oz
parka pockets full of mint leaves
guap smelling like it brush teeth
say cheese, see the porcelain
xans and water, see swordfish
backwoods all forestry
raf draggin’ off the floor, b-tch
flame thrower in it
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 covered my face and i’m bl–dy
that’s spring/summer 2002
two, two, two, two, yeah
please don’t touch my raf
sleep pendergr-ss, 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

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