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conversations.value: Write me a song called RAF with the following description: A$AP Rocky of Harlem teams up with Quavo and Playboi Carti of Atlanta, Philadelphia’s Lil Uzi Vert, and LA-based Frank Ocean to deliver this one-of-a-kind banger. With a stacked list of artists, including four of the east coast’s hottest hip-hop talents, “RAF” brings unique verses highlighting each artist’s flair and character.
  The hit was premiered on the May 15th on the 6th episode of Frank Ocean’s “blonded RADIO”, and a week later the official song was released on Apple Music on May 22.
  The official updated single/album version includes both Frank’s verse from this single version, as well as the verse from “RAF Version 2”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  (
  Dun D-D-D-Deal, hey
  )
  [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & 
  Playboi Carti
  ]
  I done came up (
  Yeah
  )
  Bustin' down a whole bag (
  Bag
  )
  Broke nigga, step back (
  What?
  )
  Why don't you peep a nigga's swag? (
  Yeah
  )
  You ain't even gotta ask (
  What?
  )
  What are those? What is that? (
  Ye
  ah
  )
  Please don't touch my Raf (
  Please don't touch my Raf
  )
  Please don't touch my Raf (
  What?
  )
  I'm racked up like rappers (
  Uh
  )
  I'm Raf-d up on camera (
  That's Rick
  )
  Get knocked out on camera (
  All this Rick
  )
  Squeeze pump like asthma (
  Yeah, what?
  )
  It's rare Raf when I wear Raf (
  Uh
  )
  Bare Raf when I wear Raf (
  Rick
  )
  Might invest into some Raf shares (
  All this Rick
  )
  Lil' niggas still share Raf (
  What?
  )
  Yeah and I'm drippin' on racks (
  Uh
  )
  Rick Owens be the tag (
  Rick
  )
  Do the digital dash (
  All this Rick
  )
  Yeah, I'm boastin', never brag (
  Yah
  )
  Please don't touch my Raf (
  What?
  )
  Bought a Kris Van Assche (
  Yeah
  )
  Alessandro Gucci glasses (
  Yeah
  )
  J.W. Anderson collab (
  Uh
  )
  Yeah, she pop it like a MAC (
  What?
  )
  Yeah, she drop it on the bag (
  Uh
  )
  I'ma buy another bag (
  Bag up
  )
  'Cause she always bring it back (
  Uh
  )
  Yeah, you know how to make it last (
  Yeah
  )
  Plus, a nigga keepin' tabs (
  Uh
  )
  I'ma fly first class (
  Uh
  )
  Quavo hit 'em with the dab (
  Yeah
  )
  Please don't touch my Raf (
  Please don't touch my Raf
  ) [Verse 2: Quavo]
  Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons (Yeah, 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' bitch out the runway (Yeah, 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 bitch, wanna date her (Ooh)
  [Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Huh? What?
  Don't want 'em talkin' 'bout the paper
  I swear to God these niggas be haters (Yeah)
  They be hatin', I feel all the vapors
  Live in cul-de-sac, don't get along
  Ooh, right with my neighbors (Yeah)
  Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on
  Now Atlanta got all different flavors
  Hit that bitch 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
  But you know that I'm gon' face it
  Wait, that's the reason that they mad
  '
  Cause Lil Uzi, yeah, he made it, ayy (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, ain't got patience, yeah (Yeah)
  Fuck your bitch once 'cause I'm famous, yeah
  Put my side bitch in Marc Jacobs, ayy
  Makin' them plays with my label
  I get it, I count it, hundred on my table (Yeah) [Verse 4: Frank Ocean]
  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 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 no executives flexin' my blessings
  Ain't no middleman cuttin' 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 nigga, he deserve it
  I'ma read his ass like a LaBeija (Drag)
  Anna Wintour cool with my mama (True)
  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'?)
  Wrist like 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 it
  Give Raf Simons when I'm giftin'
  That means sometimes I give it, you know that you want it (Yeah)
  [Verse 5: Frank Ocean]
  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 O-Z
  Parka pockets full of med leaf
  Guap is smelling like it brush teeth
  Say cheese, see the porcelain (Flair)
  Xans and water, see swordfish (Plenty)
  Backwoods all forestry
  Raf draggin' on the floor, bitch
  Flamethrower in it, in it (Flame, flame)
  I'm torchin' the road in these Gucci flames (Heat)
  Stuck to the pavement, they glued (Sticky)
  I'm two-point-five million a venue
  And twenty-five hundred a tooth (True)
  I'm coatin' my lungs in the muddy
  I'm cold like I'm sick with the flu (Brr)
  I cover my face and I'm bloody (Yeah, brr)
  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 (Ready)
  Please don't touch my bag
  Please don't touch my Raf
  Shirt off, I'm cam ready (Ready)
  Deadstock in memory (Memory)
  Please don't pop my tag