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letra de raf raf raf - deezie brown

[bridge]
these clothes don’t look as good in the magazines
these cars only feel good in the driver seats
these girls only look good on the big screens
these songs don’t sound as good on the radio
these streets ain’t nothing but a runway
these nights ain’t nothing but a fashion show

[verse 1]
f-ck you mean i ain’t ballin’
f-ck you mean i ain’t ballin’
john starks in the garden
i come alive in givenchy
as long as i can drown the liquor and die with my posse
can’t tell me nothing too c-cky
if you about the benjamin’s, how the h-ll could you knock me? bumping 2chainz every summer
that my n-gga, but you wouldn’t catch me dead in ——
i’m too motherf-cking gothic
i wear black every summer, ain’t no catching my logic
my n-ggas still about profit
we’ll burn this motherf-cker, don’t give us no problems
we just go hard for the pockets
you just go hard for the b-tches, now ain’t that ironic
might come thru in that impala
stepping out with dougie looking like 4 million dollars
i probably spend about a thousand on a pair of shoes
i really don’t give no 2 f-cks
i just go hard in the paint
i got white supremacists up on me like that n-gga clutch
fashion slave but all i really need is a benzo and rollie, not asking for much
hop in this b-tch and do work
frost on my neck i’m like burr
benze like scurrrrr

[hook]
running after franklins [7x]
then hit up ye for the donda
running after franklins [3x]

[verse 2]
f-ck you mean i ain’t ballin’
f-ck you mean i ain’t ballin’
john starks in the garden
i come alive in raf simons
as long as i can drown the liquor and die with my n-ggas
i just hope the lord forgive us
we been living lavish, i know he livid from these decisions
i just feel like these n-ggas ain’t driven, it’s my part to k!ll ’em
then again i could be tripping
maybe it’s me that got dressed up like ye and dropped out tryna wake up in paris
maybe it’s me that spent money on clothes cause i’m really afraid of the man in the mirror
maybe it’s me that live life on the edge, ain’t got nothing to lose man we can let ’em scare us
maybe it’s me that go hard on these records cause most n-ggas here won’t survive in this era
running after franklins
running after benjis
running after gualla
running after cheese
running after money
running after dollars
running thru the paper
like money machines
we just know the code
we just know the lane
make that money flip
young n-gga preach [3x]
heavenly father, please watch over me

[hook]

- deezie brown

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