Madura Marikozhundhae (From "Chekka Chivantha Vaanam")

歌詞

I done came up (yuh) Bustin' down a whole bag (bag) Broke nigga, step back (for what?) Why don't you peep a nigga'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 (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 nigga 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 (woo) Do you know how much I'm spendin'? (huh, woo) My closet it worth 'bout a milli (milli, yeah, yeah) Took the lil' bitch out the runway (yah, uh) Now she naked in the kitchen (uh) Raf Simons (ay) All kind of crazy colors (ay, ay) 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 bitch wanna date him (woo) 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 Woo, right with my neighbors (yeah) Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on Now Atlanta got all different flavors Hit that bitch right with my lightsaber Woo, feel like Darth Vader I'm a boss so you know I might Wraith you Woo, 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 Fuck your bitch once I got patience, yeah (yeah) Fuck your bitch once 'cause I'm famous, yeah Put my side bitch in Marc Jacobs, ay Makin' them plays with my label I get it, I count it, hundred on my table (yeah) Sterling silver lasers (yessir) Rubies red, my skin too black to blush This bitch 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 Xans and water, see swordfish Backwoods all forestry Raf draggin' on the... floor, bitch 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 Pendergrass, 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