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Frank Ocean, ASAP Rocky, Lil Uzi Vert & Quavo debut "Raf"

Blonded Radio scores another win as four titans team up on a track.

15th May 2017

Blonded Radio scores another win as four titans team up on a track. Back in January of this year, ASAP Rocky took to Twitter to release a snippet of one of his latest tracks. He called it “Please Don’t Touch My Raf”. On Sunday’s episode of Frank Ocean’s blondedRADIO show (May 14th), the official version of the song was released.

Simply titled, “Raf’, the track featured Lil Uzi Vert, Quavo and Frank Ocean himself. It was produced by Dun Deal and looks like it’ll be followed up by a studio version sometime soon.

Frank’s set also included a Beatles song, a Flaming Lips track, a Caribous song and more. Midway through the show, Frank’s co-host, London producer and songwriter Vegyn, debuted “Raf”, and to close the show they played Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence by Ryuchi Sakamoto. They also played a special Mother’s Day interlude featuring Tupac’s Dear Mama and OutKast’s Ms Jackson.

Listen to “Raf” here

Lyrics

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti]

I done came up (yuh)

Bustin' down a whole bag (bag)

Broke nigga, step back (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 (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 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

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 nigga keepin' tabs

I'ma fly first class

Quavo hit 'em with the dab

Please don't touch my Raf Simons

[Verse 2: Quavo]

Please don't step on my Raf Simons

Hoe don't step on my Raf Simons

Hoe don't step on my Raf Simons

Do you know how much I'm spendin'?

My closet worth 'bout a milli

Took the lil' bitch to the runway

Now she naked in the kitchen

Raf Simons

All kind of crazy colors

Livin' color

Left wrist, Rollie butter (ice)

Maison Margiela my sweater (Margiela)

Mama told me never settle (mama!)

Raf Simons, don't lace 'em

Got your bitch wanna date him

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]

Huh? Wait

Don't want 'em talkin' 'bout the paper

I swear to God these niggas 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 bitch 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 basement

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, [?] once they got patience

Yeah, fuck these bitches once 'cause I'm famous

Yeah, put my side bitch in Marc Jacob

Ayy, makin' them plays with my Lego

I get it, I count it, hundred on my table

[Verse 4: Frank Ocean]

We gon' need a bigger table though

Need some cable, tired of watchin' basic

Wouldn't sign you if I had a label

That designer on a nigga label fuego

Down the bottle, still under the limit

I could buy your bitch just off my debit

I could buy her not fuck up my credit

Ain't 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 Asbergers

I'mma drag that nigga, he deserve it

I'ma read his ass like a Labeija

Anna Wintour cool with my mama

And it's winter cool, need a bomber

Plate of ravioli at Obama's 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 gifting

That means sometimes I give it you know that you want it

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