sharc, Pi’erre Bourne—Purple Rafs

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Damn, purple Rafs and, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Purple Raf Simons, wait
She wanna know my plan, wait
I don’t wanna be your man, wait
Hit it from the back like yeah, yeah
Fly to Miami, you tanned, yeah (Damn, damn)
Who wouldn’t want these bands, wait (Damn, damn)
Gettin’ rich with my friends, yeah (Yeah)
Holdin’ the cash like yeah, yeah

Double cup hit like [?], yeah, crispy pink [?], yeah
Fuckin’ with me, her neck stretched, gun shots be [?]
She lick tats off my flesh, spilled Hi-Tech on Sossboy sweats, damn
In my drink saw my reflection, she bad and she follow directions
Who wouldn’t want these blue strips? Goonies with carbon broomsticks
Reverse it, dump a new clip, 40 below on my juice shit
Bae run it up ’til her Pumas rip, bro, it get cold, keep your Goose zipped
Your auntie tryna maintain but everybody gang bang
[?] first, she in college, she twerkin’ for tips
She blessed with perfect lips, her Cartier got purple tint, woah
Sharcy can’t ride in a fishbowl, Versaces with sharks on the in-soles
Look in your eyes and collect your soul, purple Raf Simons on a purple-brick road
[Chorus: Pi’erre Bourne & Sharc]
Purple Raf Simons, wait (Woah, woah)
She wanna know my plan, wait (My plan [?])
I just wanna be the man, wait
Hit it from the back like yeah, yeah
Fly to Miami, you tanned, yeah
Who wouldn’t want these bands, wait
Gettin’ rich with my friends, yeah
Holdin’ the cash like yeah, yeah
Purple Raf Simons, wait
She wanna know my plan, wait
I don’t wanna be your man, wait
Hit it from the back like yeah, yeah
Fly to Miami, you tanned, yeah (Damn, damn)
Who wouldn’t want these bands, wait (Damn, damn)
Gettin’ rich with my friends, yeah (Yeah)
Holdin’ the cash like yeah, yeah

All my shit from Japan, wait, bitch, I’m fly like I flap my wings
I got the bag like I pack my things, ho, I shine like Vaseline
Smokin’ on paint, real gasoline, her ass real, she a natural queen
Pussy get [?], catastrophe, runnin’ it up, go track with the cheese
Doggin’ these hoes ’cause my swag really flee, already know he ain’t better than me
Drenched in the pussy, get wetter for me, all this paper like a letter to me
Nigga crashed out, that’s what he deserved, like an alarm, gotta stay alert
Game too crazy, had to stay alive, nigga like me won’t ever die

Purple Raf Simons, wait
She wanna know my plan, wait
I just wanna be the man, wait
Hit it from the back like yeah, yeah
Fly to Miami, you tanned, yeah
Who wouldn’t want these bands, wait
Gettin’ rich with my friends, yeah
Holdin’ the cash like yeah, yeah
Purple Raf Simons, wait
She wanna know my plan, wait
I don’t wanna be your man, wait
Hit it from the back like yeah, yeah
Fly to Miami, you tanned, yeah (Damn, damn)
Who wouldn’t want these bands, wait (Damn, damn)
Gettin’ rich with my friends, yeah (Yeah)
Holdin’ the cash like yeah, yeah