"RAF (Explicit)" es una canción de A$AP Mob, A$AP Rocky, PLAYBOI CARTI, Quavo, Lil Uzi Vert, Frank Ocean, 2017, Pop. La canción dura 4:00, 126 lines / 808 words.
Letra
0:14I done came up yuh ooh
0:16Bustin' down a whole bag bag
0:18Broke ni**a step back for what
0:20Why don't you peep a ni**a's swag yuh
0:22You don't even gotta ask for what
0:23What are those
0:24What is that yuh
0:25Please don't touch my Raf please don't touch my Raf
0:27Please don't touch my Raf for what
0:29I'm racked up like rappers
0:30I'm Raf'd up on camera
0:32Get knocked out on camera
0:34Squeeze pump like asthma
0:36It's rare Raf when I wear Raf
0:38Bare Raf when I wear Raf
0:39Might invest into some Raf shares
0:41Lil niggas still share Raf
0:43Yeah and I'm drippin' on racks
0:45Rick Owens be the tag
0:47Do the digital dash
0:49Yeah I'm boastin' never brag
0:50Please don't touch my Raf
0:52Bought a Kris Van Assche
0:54Alessandro Gucci glasses
0:56J.W. Anderson collab
0:57Yeah she pop it like a mac
0:59Yeah she drop it on the bag
1:01I'ma buy another bag
1:03'Cause she always bring it back
1:05Yeah you know how to make it last
1:06Plus a ni**a keepin' tabs
1:08I'ma fly first class
1:10Quavo hit 'em with the dab
1:12Please don't touch my Raf
1:14Ho don't step on my Raf Simons yah Raf
1:15Ho don't step on my Raf Simons uh Raf
1:17Ho don't step on my Raf Simons ooh
1:19Do you know how much I'm spendin' huh ooh
1:21My closet it worth 'bout a milli milli yeah yeah
1:23Took the lil' b**ch out the runway yah uh
1:24Now she naked in the kitchen uh
1:26Raf Simons ayy
1:27All kind of crazy colors ayy ayy
1:30Livin' color colors
1:31Left wrist Rollie butters ice
1:33Maison Margiela my sweater Margiela
1:35Mama told me never settle mama
1:37Raf Simons don't lace 'em it's Raf
1:39Got your b**ch wanna date him ooh
1:40Huh what
1:42Don't want 'em talkin' 'bout the paper
1:44I swear to God these niggas be haters yah
1:46They be hatin' I feel all the vapors
1:47Live in cul-de-sac gon' get that lawn
1:49Ooh right with my neighbors yeah
1:51Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on
1:53Now Atlanta got all different flavors
1:55Hit that b**ch right on with my lightsaber
1:57Ooh feel like Darth Vader
1:58I'm a boss so you know I might Wraith you
2:00Ooh Raf in my basement yeah
2:02Yeah pass the gas
2:04Bet you know that I'm gon' face it
2:05Wait that's the reason that they mad
2:07'Cause Lil Uzi yeah he made it yeah
2:09I wore that Raf 'fore I made it yeah
2:11I wore that Raf 'fore I made it yeah
2:12Got that Raf all in my basement yeah
2:14F**k your b**ch once ain't got patience yeah yeah
2:16F**k your b**ch once 'cause I'm famous yeah
2:18Put my side b**ch in Marc Jacobs ayy
2:20Makin' them plays with my label
2:21I get it I count it hundred on my table yeah
2:23We gon' need a bigger table though
2:24Need some cable tired of watchin' basic
2:26Wouldn't sign ya if I had a label
2:28That designer on a ni**a label fuego
2:30Down the bottle still under the limit
2:32I could buy your b**ch just off my debit
2:33I could buy her not f**k up my credit
2:35Ain't no executives flexin' my blessings
2:37Ain't no middleman cut in my blessings
2:39I got all of this flick for the Lord's worship
2:41You ain't slammin' got the Asperger's
2:42I'ma drag that ni**a he deserve it
2:44I'ma read his a** like a LaBeija
2:46Anna Wintour cool with my mama
2:48And it's winter fool need a bomber
2:50Plate of ravioli at Obama's right right right
2:52Can't you see I'm eating what's poppin'
2:53Mix the ravioli stuffed with diamonds right right
2:56We don't have the same problems
2:57I get Raf Simons 'cause I'm gifted
2:59That means sometimes I get it and don't even want
3:00Give Raf Simons when I'm giftin'
3:02That means sometimes I give it you know that you want it
3:04Sterling silver lasers yessir
3:08Rubies red my skin too black to blush
3:10This b**ch too rare to bust
3:11Seen her in the iPhone pages
3:13This ain't on the Gram Wizard of OZ
3:15Parka pockets full of mint leave
3:17Guap is smelling like it brush teeth
3:19Say cheese see the porcelain
3:21Sand and water see swordfish
3:22Backwoods all forestry
3:24Raf draggin' on the floor b**ch
3:28Flame thrower in it in it
3:30I'm torchin' the road in these Gucci flames
3:31Stuck to the pavement they glued
3:33I'm two-point-five million a venue
3:35And twenty-five hundred a tooth
3:37I'm coatin' my lungs in the muddy
3:39I'm cold like I'm sick with the flu
3:40I cover my face and I'm bloody
3:42That Spring/Summer 2002
3:44Two two two two yeah
3:46Please don't touch my Raf
3:48Sleep in the grass Teddy
3:49Sleep with the Teddy
3:51Quick with the hands ready
3:53Please don't touch my bag
3:55Please don't touch my Raf
3:57Shirt off I'm cam ready
3:58Deadstock in memory
4:00Please don't pop my tag
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
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