Biografia:
Rakim Mayers (nascido em 3 de outubro, 1988), mais conhecido por seu nome artístico A$AP Rocky ,é um rapper norte-americano e diretor de videoclipes. Nascido e criado no bairro de Harlem, na cidade de Nova York, ele é um membro da tripulação de hip-hop A$AP Mob , desde que adotou seu apelido.
Em 2011, Rocky lançou sua primeira mixtape, LiveLoveA$AP, aclamada pelo público e pela crítica.
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[Chorus: A$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)
[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
That means sometimes I give it, you know that you want it
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)
[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
That means sometimes I give it, you know that you want it
A. Cinco
A. Gherardi
A. P. Carter
A.A. Bondy
A.C. Newman