CloutGodT - Purple Rafs (CGTmix)

Purple Raf Simons, wait
She wanna know my plan, wait
I wanna be your man, wait
Hit from the back like yeah, yeah
Fly to Miami you tan, aye
Who wouldn't want these bands, wait
Getting rich with my friends, yeah
Holding the cash like yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah
Just fucked this bad bitch had her legs over her head, head
Yeah yeah
Her ex nigga mad, shit, try me and he end up dead, dead
Yeah, yeah
Money so long, like a loaf out the bag, I spread bread
Yeah yeah
Money so long, like a loaf out the bag, I spread bread
Niggas act tough till we meet in real life
Taurus stay tucked, I be keeping that pipe
Want a lil love, so she sneaking inside
Woke me up to fuck, ain't no sleeping at night
Moral of the story: girls wanna have fun
I called her out but she acting dumb
Giving back shots till her back get numb
Then she gon ride like an Acura
No Coochie Man, but I'm on cooch patrol
If she thirsty I got the juice, you know
A couple more sips and she lose control
Talkin' bout, "I'm not these stupid hoes"
Woah, these niggas ain't bros, that's just how it goes
Gotta stay down and stay ten on your toes
Choppa might blow I put that on my soul
I ride for my woes, fasho
Purple Raf Simons, wait
She wanna know my plan, wait
I wanna be your man, wait
Hit from the back like yeah, yeah
Fly to Miami you tan, aye
Who wouldn't want these bands, wait
Getting rich with my friends, yeah
Holding the cash like yeah, yeah
Purple Raf Simons, wait
She wanna know my plan, wait
I wanna be your man, wait
Hit from the back like yeah, yeah
Fly to Miami you tan, aye
Who wouldn't want these bands, wait
Getting rich with my friends, yeah
Holding the cash like yeah, yeah
Can't do it like I can, wait
Bitch I'm so fly I just spread my wings
I'm rolling longer than limousines
I get so high my eyes on chink
Got too much paper like magazines
I spark it up like it's gasoline
Got a bad bitch and her ass on fleek
Sending me Z's, tryna nap on me
All of these niggas sound bad to me
Gang like sardines cause we packed in deep
If we friends you better blast for me
Get in my way it's a casualty
I'm so unfazed did it causally
This rap shit come to me naturally
Every punchline hitting accurately
When I'm done they finna clap for me
Purple Raf Simons, wait
She wanna know my plan, wait
I wanna be your man, wait
Hit from the back like yeah, yeah
Fly to Miami you tan, aye
Who wouldn't want these bands, wait
Getting rich with my friends, yeah
Holding the cash like yeah, yeah
Purple Raf Simons, wait
She wanna know my plan, wait
I wanna be your man, wait
Hit from the back like yeah, yeah
Fly to Miami you tan, aye
Who wouldn't want these bands, wait
Getting rich with my friends, yeah
Holding the cash like yeah, yeah

Written by:
Tyler Jackson

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