Correction Lyrics RAF by Playboi Carti

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Uh, uh, uh
Yeah (Woah)
Uh

Yeah, lil' b*t*h, she wit' it (Uh)
Got a lil' b*t*h, she wit' it (Let's go)
take that Bentley
Yeah, I like to ride that Bentley
Yeah, she like to ride my Bentley
Yeah, she like to ride that Bentley
Got a lil thing, I feel it
Yeah, she tell me feel it
And she know I ball, yeah I get it

Lil' b*t*h, this Raf Simons
Lil' b*t*h, this Raf Simons

Young n***a rob the bank, uh
My mask is Raf Simons, yeah
Play with that cash (Hold up)
Young n***a got cash, yeah
Big slatt, big mob, yeah
Walk 'round with bags, yeah
Carti got a b*t*h all in it (Yeah)
All of my slimes, we litty (Yeah)
Whole lotta bag, lil' fiftiеs (Hol' up)
Whole lotta bag, let's get it (Slatt)
I'm in that b*t*h with a blicky (Slatt)
I'ma lеt that motherf**ker hang out
You ain't louda cap, the hangout (Counter fo')
Lay your a** down where you hang out (Cash)
Stupid little b*t*h gon' bite down (Slime)
Got my dog with me, I ain't big now
Turn the b*t*h down, you ain't lucky (Yeah)
Handle my dough, you ain't lucky
Diamonds on me like typhoon
Shoot by myself, I ain't got goons
Smoke big gas (Gas)
Smell like perfume (Gas, gas)
I got a ho in Cleveland (Cash)
I f**k with her and she bleeding (Yeah, yeah)
Shawty a demon (Yeah, yeah)
Carti a demon (Yeah)
Carti a demon (Yeah, I guess)
Still in Celine (R.I.P. my n***a)
Half a mil' on me, on me, on me, on me (29)
Yeah, lil' b*t*h, she wit' it (Uh)
Got a lil' b*t*h, she wit' it (Let's go, 29)
take that Bentley
Yeah, I like to ride that Bentley
Yeah, she like to ride my Bentley
Yeah, she like to ride that Bentley
Got a lil thing, I feel it
Yeah, she tell me feel it
And she know I ball, yeah I get it
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