Raf chords by A$AP Rocky
Guitar chords with lyrics
Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti: B I done came up (yuh) G#m Bustin' down a whole bag (bag) B Broke nigga, step back (what) G#m Why don't you peep a nigga's swag (yuh) B You don't even gotta ask (for what?) G#m What are those? What is that? (For y'all) B Please don't touch my Raf (Please don't touch my Raf) G#m Please don't touch my Raf (what)
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Verse 1: A$AP Rocky: B I'm racked up like rappers G#m I'm Raf'd up on camera B Get knocked out on camera G#m Squeeze pump like asthma B It's rare Raf when I wear Raf G#m Bare Raf when I wear Raf B Might invest into some Raf shares G#m Lil niggas still share Raf B Yeah and I'm drippin' on racks G#m Rick Owens be the tag B Do the digital dash G#m Yeah I'm boastin', never brag B Please don't touch my Raf G#m Bought a Kris Van Assche B Alessandro Gucci glasses G#m W. Anderson collab B Yeah, she pop it like a mac G#m Yeah, she drop it on the bag B I'ma buy another bag G#m 'Cause she always bring it back B Yeah, you know how to make it last G#m Plus a nigga keepin' tabs B I'ma fly first class G#m Quavo hit 'em with the dab B Please don't touch my Raf Simons Verse 2: Quavo: B Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons G#m Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons B Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons G#m Do you know how much I'm spendin'? B My closet it worth 'bout a milli G#m Took the lil' bitch to the runway B Now she naked in the kitchen G#m Raf Simons B All kind of crazy colors G#m Livin' color B Left wrist, Rollie butter (ice) G#m Maison Margiela my sweater (Margiela) B Mama told me never settle (mama!) G#m Raf Simons, don't lace 'em B Got your bitch wanna date him Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert: G#m Huh? What? B Don't want 'em talkin' 'bout the paper G#m I swear to God these niggas be haters B They be hatin', I feel out the vapors G#m Live in cul-de-sac, gon' get that lawn B Ooh, right with my neighbors G#m Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on B Now Atlanta got all different flavors G#m Hit that bitch, I'm with my Life Savers B Oooh, feel like Darth Vader G#m I'm a boss so you know I might Wraith you B Ooh, Raf in my basement G#m Yeah, pass the gas B Bet you know that I'm gon' face it G#m Wait, that's the reason that they mad B 'Cause Lil Uzi, yeah he made it G#m Yeah, I wore that Raf 'fore I made it B Yeah, I wore that Raf 'fore I made it G#m Yeah, got that Raf all in my basement B Yeah, fuck these bitches once they got patience G#m Yeah, fuck these bitches once 'cause I'm famous B Yeah, put my side bitch in Marc Jacob G#m Ayy, makin' them plays with my label B I get it, I count it, hundred on my table Verse 4: Frank Ocean: G#m We gon' need a bigger table though B Need some cable, tired of watchin' basic G#m Wouldn't sign ya if I had a label B That designer on a nigga label fuego G#m Down the bottle, still under the limit B I could buy your bitch just off my debit G#m I could buy her, not fuck up my credit B Ain't no executives flexin' my blessings G#m Ain't no middleman cut in my blessings B I got all of this flick for the Lord's worship G#m You ain't slammin', got the Asperger's B I'ma drag that nigga, he deserve it G#m I'ma read his ass like a Labeija B Anna Wintour cool with my mama G#m And it's winter fool, need a bomber B Plate of ravioli at Obama's right right right G#m (Can't you see I'm eating what's poppin?) B Mix the ravioli, stuffed with diamonds, right, right? G#m (We don't have the same problems) B I get Raf Simons 'cause I'm gifted G#m That means sometimes I get it and don't even want B Give Raf Simons when I'm giftin' G#m B
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