yung bliss - raf lyrics
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[verse]
b-tches on me like designer
all of my b-tches they finer
gucci on me with the tiger
smoking that weed i get higher
f-cking that b-tch till i’m tired
sippin on lean apple cider
got lost in my drank had to find her
nut in her eye b-tch i blind her
f-ckin three b-tches like trilogy
call me the weeknd that’s literally
she spin on my d-ck like she fidgeting
but we respecting women and that’s chivalry
3 diamond chains like the migos
ball like steve nash with the free throw
b-tches on me it’s a curse
but i got that bag it’s secured
[hook]
i got the raf
i got the raf
like i’m a$ap
counting up racks
(x4)
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