Meet the Prada Expert Behind @WhatMiucciaWore

Some people wake up and choose violence. Guillaume Lavoie chooses Prada… Miuccia Prada, to be exact. And who could blame him? Life is full of many uncertainties, but one thing that remains steadfast is Miuccia Prada, the head designer of Prada and the founder of its subsidiary Miu Miu, who has been with Prada Holding SPA for 43 years. Muiccia first took the reins from her mother Luisa Prada in 1978 as only the second leadership transition in the house’s 188 years (before Luisa, it was Miuccia’s grandfather Mario and his brother Martino who started it all). And though Prada had a life for decades before Miuccia, Miuccia made the brand sing. She began with shoes. Then came the expansion of the stores across Europe. Next the development of “Prada Green.” But it was nearly a decade into her tenure that Miuccia felt runway ready. And so, Prada’s first fall/winter collection debuted on the catwalks of Milan in 1988.

Guillaume Lavoie was only three years old, but decades later he’d come to create a digital archive that’s part historical reference, part celebration of the explicit and unequivocal genius that is Miuccia Prada. “For me it’s the old world impeccable manners meeting intellectual rigour and iconoclast leanings that does it,” he says. “She seems to be asking herself a lot of questions and never taking the easy way but at the same time being able to enjoy herself.”

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Lavoie was born and raised in Montréal, Canada. He first discovered fashion via Jeanne Beker, host of the Canadian television show FashionTelevision. It was there that he discovered the glamorous and highly telegenic fashion shows of the ’90s: Madonna at Jean Paul Gaultier and the supermodels in fluoro at Versace. Concurrently, he says, he began to develop a love for the art of style. “I remember being drawn to Melanie Ward’s styling in the sleek pages of Harper’s Bazaar under Liz Tilberis. The pictures had an appeal that I was not able to explain, this mysterious thing called style.”

These days he balances his “day job” (“I work with uniforms which is kind of funny considering Prada’s obsession with uniform”) with more academic projects on the side while also running @whatmiucciawore, an account he started in April 2018 intended as an exploration of Mrs. Prada’s style, something he was surprised nobody had already done.

Below, we chat with Lavoie about the account, Mrs. Prada, the Raf Simons appointment and how he wants to see fashion change in a post-COVID world.

Do you remember your first time seeing Prada?

Prada the person or the brand? I remember seeing the “ugly” Mary Janes shoes on the last look pages of Vogue at the grocery store. The strange proportions, tacky brown-on-brown folkish flowers appliqués, and the crazily high chunky heels were a puzzling but exhilarating aesthetic shock. The famous Amber Valetta/Glen Luchford first Prada ad definitely had an impact too, I was fascinated by the cinematic and mysterious world it created. [Long pause] I just checked and the first picture of Miuccia Prada I saw was accompanying an article titled “Flip-flop Fad”! Mrs. Prada was in black and velvet platforms. What struck me was her posture, a mix of shyness, dignity and assertiveness.

What is it about Prada, the label, for you?

A fantastic world that I don’t inhabit where everything is luxurious and considerate. Precious thing for your own pleasure. Something that’s a bit off but quite right at the same time.

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I think there’s a quality about Prada and how it runs its business that separates it from its contemporaries. From my perspective, Prada doesn’t try so hard — and I mean that as a compliment. Do you feel this way at all?

Yes totally, but I think it takes a lot of effort to look that effortless!

Do you have a favorite Prada red carpet moment? I’m partial to Sarah Paulson at the Ocean’s 8 premiere or Nicole Kidman at the Killing Of A Sacred Deer premiere.

You’re right, Sarah Paulson wins it all! It was such a fun and daring moment, she looks like she’s having a ball with her fashion choices. On the other end of the red carpet spectrum, I thought that Frank Ocean at the Met was the coolest; chic, sober and effortless while being totally fashionable.

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Is there Prada without Miuccia?

Not as we know it, I don’t think so.

Where were your initial thoughts on Raf Simons appointment as co-creative director in February 2020?

I was really impressed by the proposition of the co-creative directors, it’s such a bold move and it can be something dynamic with many possibilities to explore. It’s also a huge bet as it’s never been done before and breaks the idea of the almighty, single point of view of the designer.

Totally. I think many didn’t take the necessary pause to consider its unprecedented nature. Thoughts on the appointment now having seen the work?

It’s in this weird COVID context that the collections co-created were shown so far. It must be hard to have a “debut” collection and to open a new chapter. In this light I think the collections were an interesting start of the dialogue that I can’t wait to see unravel through time… hopefully in more “normal” time soon. The two collections presented really nailed this current moment of shifting perspectives, digital acceleration and desire for clarity in confusion.

What do you say to those that say Prada has become Raf-ified?

He’s now one of the two co-creative directors of Prada so it’s a bit normal. It’s what makes this collaboration dynamic. If he didn’t bring his own perspective, what would be the point? Those reactions may also speak more generally of the relationship people have with change and their reluctance to it.

Let’s talk about @whatmiucciawore. This could be perceived as an extremely niche endeavor and yet thousands have discovered the account, rapt as much with your images as the words you caption them with. How did you find that audience, or rather, how did they find you?

It grew slowly, but surely. What changed things was the first coverage I ever got on Dazed. It was also at this moment that I discovered the “request” mailbox. I was described as “mysterious” and “totally unreachable” in the piece, but I was just clueless as I never saw their message! Another important moment was when stylist Katie Grand started to follow the account. Her styling of the 2000s Prada and Miu Miu shows were when I became truly obsessed with Prada fashion, so it meant something to me.

What are you most proud of with the account?

That something that I started just because I felt like it ended up being successful; that I am able to explore writing, editing and art direction with this simple proposition.

Do you see Instagram as a tool to disseminate fashion history?

Yes of course. Instagram crushes time together, past and present, every decade is mixed altogether in your feed. In this ever-running flow of random references, it can be nice to have some context sometimes. I also think Instagram’s instantaneity is a good tool to disseminate the present as well.

Are there other accounts like yours that you enjoy following?

I feel like I follow a zillion accounts and at some point it becomes big categories more than specific accounts: fashion archives stuff, museum stuff (@palais_galliera is a favorite), Prada-fan stuff (I love those but I’m not necessarily keeping up with it daily, as much as I love Prada sometimes I just need a Prada break) and just plain silly stuff.

How do you want to see fashion change when COVID is a thing of the past?

Right now I find it hard to imagine what a post-COVID world will look like, so I can’t begin to think of the fashion world. But to finish on a positive note, I wish the flexibility and adaptivity that was used by the fashion world in this COVID moment can be used afterward to question the set rules and bring multiple, different voices. That would be great!

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Drakeo The Ruler – Stinc Team Lyrics (feat. Ketchy The Great & Ralfy The Plug)

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Bitch I run the town like Machine Gun Johnny
Hope niggas ain’t forgot about me, shit
I’ll have to slide down Olympic just so I can get some closure
If they could, if they would, I’d be up on a poster
These niggas know me, I’m fresh up out of ling ling
No these ain’t Forces, these Céline off of ling lings
Sweat dreams all off this lean lean, the Stinc Team
Drakeo you blinding me, can you turn down all that bling bling?
No bitch, go bitch, this brewski ain’t for show
Back on the road, got Mr. Nelson on the phone
Laughin’ at niggas, it’s kind of hard to jock my flow
Drakeo we gon’ get you, woofin’ all up on my phone
Ugh, this shit crazy
F&N all out the window, I’m just a mainey
Mainly I been stackin’ my chips and dodgin’ J-Caps
Bambino in the pen doin’ hits all day off PayPal
Arabs, you gotta love ’em
Typin’ ready and we ain’t harvesting no busters
Arabs, you gotta love ’em
They typin’ ready and we ain’t harvesting no busters, ugh

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Bitch I’m from the Stinc Team
Just had a meet and greet with ling ling
It’s three nines on my bling bling
See me in that mink thing
What you know about the Stinc man?
We the 2 Greedy Stinc Team
Bitch I’m from the Stinc Team
Just had a meet and greet with ling ling
It’s three nines on my bling bling
See me in that mink thing
What you know about the Stinc man?
We the 2 Greedy Stinc Team

[Verse 2: Ketchy the Great]
The Stinc Teamer, hit a bitch for a new beamer
I didn’t steal the whip, I bought it all with his receivers
The house bleeder, found diamonds in my Aquafina
When I left, Hurricane Katrina leavin’
Sorry Suzy, my heart came out the freezer
Baby do that and blew them bands at Neimans
Stay schemin’, this seven nina have you sleepin’ with demons
Have to rearrange his facey but we came to a treaty
Ketchy the Great really be drippin’, heard he pimpin’ a chicky
Breakin’ bitches, this shit risky, dodgin’ a life sentence
Spillin’ it how I’m flexin’, bitch steppin’ in Raf Simons
My killers goin’ gorilla, we bathing this ape stench
And I pray to God, kill all snitches, I’m sendin’ hoes like minister
Prison, I take chilly, get thirsty when palms itchin’
Maylene just left the mansion, I crossed him, my shoes twisted
Bloody bottoms, I’m bleeding, we crucifying the henchmen

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Bitch I’m from the Stinc Team
Just had a meet and greet with ling ling
It’s three nines on my bling bling
See me in that mink thing
What you know about the Stinc man?
We the 2 Greedy Stinc Team
Bitch I’m from the Stinc Team
Just had a meet and greet with ling ling
It’s three nines on my bling bling
See me in that mink thing
What you know about the Stinc man?
We the 2 Greedy Stinc Team

[Verse 3: Ralfy the Plug]
Bitch I’m from the Stinc Team
Just had a meet and greet with ling ling
She left a sack in the Brinks thing
These niggas can’t compete with green
Shit, you don’t want no beef with me
I send you cows to the beef machine
But that’s regular, hmm, you know we shreddin’ bruh
You ain’t never had no strip so we ahead of you
Listen to me preach, pastor Ralf got the message for you
You don’t want no beef so you better eat your veggies brodie
The Plug, bust more strength than your medic homie
I’m ridin’ with a nigga from mice that don’t care about nothin’
Strappin’ his bodies up with bombs, to a wearer it’s nothin’
I bet you he get that job done, he don’t care, it’s nothin’
Look at that nine nine nine, he don’t care he’s bustin’ on ’em
The Stinc Team gon’ get this money, we don’t care who fussin’
The Stinc Team gon’ get this money, we don’t care who fussin’
You look at the gold too hard, we embarrass puppets, the Plug

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Bitch I’m from the Stinc Team
Just had a meet and greet with ling ling
It’s three nines on my bling bling
See me in that mink thing
What you know about the Stinc man?
We the 2 Greedy Stinc Team
Bitch I’m from the Stinc Team
Just had a meet and greet with ling ling
It’s three nines on my bling bling
See me in that mink thing
What you know about the Stinc man?
We the 2 Greedy Stinc Team

Young Thug – What’s Your Move Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Young Thug]
(BL$$D)
I just let lil’ mama suck me up, girl
Bitch tryna grind [?] of the both, girl
I jumped out the Porsche and when straight up girl (Straight up girl)
You can leave your trousers here, you know the world

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you
I’m tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
I made it rain on you
When it was hard to maintain too
I was playin’ games with you
Like you could never play games too, yeah, woah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Drip, drip, no shoestring my sneaker, won’t trip
My jeans, they so tight, they don’t fit
Still I walk around with a stick on my hip
VVS diamonds right behind my lip
Don’t walk with less than 50 on my wrist
Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick
Raf Simons mix it up with the Rick’
Flexin’ on these haters who sent me “My bad”
Made it from the soil, made it from the rags
Richer than your first, richer than your last
L U V, know I got the swag
Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan
I groove around, party pack with hand
I’m seeing double lookin’ through my lens
Tell me what you want, I just want your friend

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Diamonds they cook my wrist
Leg it, they fuck all the skits, woo
Left wrist sittin’ on a brick
Bitch had it ‘lot like a pig (Shee)
Fist work came for the shit
Grab a AK for the wrist (Grab AK)
Gorilla, rub your Bape on a bitch
Shoot your card K on a bitch (Bitch)
We livin’ state to state on a bitch (We livin’ state to state, yeah)
We never ever play with the bitch (We never ever play no)
Do everything the same on a bitch
We only pick the brain of the bitch
I thought to [?] big bills on a bitch
I got a few C’s on a bitch
I made another lead on a bitch
My diamond ’bout to [?] bitch

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What’s the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you (Oh yeah)
I was tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
Make it rain on you (Rain)
It was hard to maintain too, uh
I was playin’ games with you
Like you couldn’t play games too, hey, okay

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

Gunna – New Coupe Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah oh
Young Gunna
Ooh yeah

[Chorus]
Money on my mind
New condo, I rise
Hop on it, ride
My doors, suicide
New coupe, slide
She [?] with thighs
I’m way too high
Siamese twins
Maybach Benz
More back ends
Lowkey four deep
Super lens, Hellcat, fast
I got fans, diamonds dance

[Verse 1]
Making deposits
The latest, exotic
I’m crazy and modest
Blazing, the hottest
I walk it, I talk it
I like it, I bought it
The [?] dissolve ’em
I drip, a faucet
Bitch, absorb it
Gunna, a martian
The Porsche is more horses
Three bitches, a orgy
I’m feeling important
My car was imported
I’m [?]
These blessings a fortune

[Chorus]
Money on my mind
New condo, I rise
Hop on it, ride
My doors, suicide
New coupe, slide
She [?] with thighs
I’m way too high
Siamese twins
Maybach Benz
More back ends
Lowkey four deep
Super lens, Hellcat, fast
I got fans, diamonds dance

[Verse 2]
Breakfast, lunch
Yves Saint Laurent
Kick shit, punt
Pour up, chuch
This Ac’ in it, chuch
Raf Simons, don’t touch
[?], cuff
I cash out, I bag out
[?] the blunt
Snow White, dust
You konw like a skunk
Sound byte, termite
Show lights, us
Give no fucks
Extendo tucked
Don’t get bust

[Chorus]
Money on my mind
New condo, I rise
Hop on it, ride
My doors, suicide
New coupe, slide
She [?] with thighs
I’m way too high
Siamese twins
Maybach Benz
More back ends
Lowkey four deep
Super lens, Hellcat, fast
I got fans, diamonds dance

Lil Uzi Vert – Of Course Lyrics

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Big bad bitches (Lil Uzi)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I can’t flex no more gave my watch to my best friend
Got the shit you can’t afford, 100k right on my necklace
I be calling your bitch when I’m bored right after past-tense
I be drippin’ and swaggin’ of course

[Verse 1]
Aye, I put two in that four
Woah, I’m right here
I got opps from the 30 and I ain’t scared
Pulled up in a 30, they some squares
Got a Glock with a 30 and I ain’t scared
I’m not flexin’ on you baby it’s right here
Get a Glock and I pulled up to your trap
So let it ride off my dick like my coupe right here
Throw it up don’t be scared
I was throwin’ up and it was clear
I took too much molly I can’t hear
I fucked so many hoes, I had to go and just switch states
Raf Simons on my jeans but I’m still on my Rick stage
Sure your Rollie’s gold but it’s not no big face
Bitch you know I know where your bitch stay at I walk like a lick, aye
Got a big Glock on my hip aye that’s where the stick stay

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I can’t flex no more gave my watch to my best friend (Yeah)
Got the shit you can’t afford, 100k right on my necklace (Woah)
I be calling your bitch when I’m bored right after past-tense
I be drippin’ and swaggin’ of course (Ay)

[Verse 2]
How many hundred thousand you make this year on my 32nd
I fucked that bitch on a perc for an hour, I don’t do 30 seconds
I’m from the 1600 so I don’t fuck with no 32nd
These next few days you know we rocking know we gon’ wreck shit wreck shit
Rest in peace Chico that’s why you know that I’m gonna keep checks in
Sometimes I call his phone, sometimes I still wanna text him
He was lackin by the ops, I can’t believe that they next him
I was standing by the op, I had .30 on my weapon
I’m standing by the ops
I’m standing by the ops
I’m standing by the ops
I’m standing by the ops
I do the dash on the cop
Digital dash on my drop
I turned myself to a boss
Fuck you nigga learn the law
Baby girl head game strong
She suck my dick so long
Tell me whatchu want
I can get you on
You think he get money, huh
Look at his chain, no pointers
Here’s my world, come join us (Yeah)
So much swag, can’t afford it

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I can’t flex no more gave my watch to my best friend (Yuh)
Got the shit you can’t afford, 100k right on my necklace (Uh)
I be calling your bitch when I’m bored right after past-tense (Aye)
I be drippin’ and swaggin’ of course (Yeah)

[Outro]
No he didn’t
Yes I did
No he didn’t
Yes I did
No he didn’t

OBLADAET – FASHION TV (feat. ATL) lyrics

[Припев: OBLADAET]
Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, во всем новом
Я во всем новом, слышишь, во всем новом

[Куплет 1: OBLADAET]
У тебя свой взгляд? Тебя не спросили
Мы живём красиво: мы в России
Молюсь за культуру, Господь, спаси нас
Всем нужна пара, мне от Raf Simons
И дай стимул забраться наверх, будто Годзилла, мне под силу
Я сверхчеловек, тело в пластинах, да и просто классный, будто Барт Симпсон
У меня нет слов
Ты без билетов, но знай своё место
Монохром на теле – это дресскод
И мне не грустно – это стресс, бро
У вас нет вкуса, понятно с виду
Не шмот от Kanye – это рваный свитер
Куда заплыл ты, уже столько литров
Я поднял планку – танцуем лимбо
Всегда на чистом
Какие чувства? Вся суть в числах
Я надел черное и все чинно
Как одел черного Рубчинский
Это город мостов
Попал на развод, и не скоро восход
Твое сердце в пятки, будто Comme Des Garcons
А я глас народа, будто главный масон
Уже в горле комом
Сбежал будто Бэйн и мой город Готэм
Я сплю днем, пока вы по работам
Она хочет мой альбом, флоу – феромоны
Куш нам сулит, кэш на цепи
На мне новые Yohji – фреш нацепил
Я каждый день вижу фэшн убийства
Но без ящика – это Fashion TV

[Припев: OBLADAET]
Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, я во – я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, во всем новом
Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, я во – я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, во всем новом

[Куплет 2: ATL]
Зубной щетки ворс вотри в подошвы чётеньких Y-3
Мой кислотный дом как bad trip, хули нам твой брэнд – это понты
Снова белоснежный белый-белый дым так приятно втащит тебе под дых
Отражаем свет, как 3M, в зрачках шире черной дыры
В темных тонах тут сечём мы – “Ночной дозор” с откидным мечом
Нам души вряд ли освятит свечой, но оставаться белым во всём черном
Мы Code Red’им, и тихо-тихо так в полубреде я дико-дико дам
Свой куплетик, KarmaKoma.com, и точка
Ребята слагают стихи в полголоса и чертят Adidas’а полосы
Дабы навечно оставаться в тонусе, чертят Adidas’а полосы
Бонусы, бонусы, бонусы, за этот трэш
Доспехи Бога блеснут на солнце, хищный Lacoste прикроет плешь
А ты посмотри, как стильно я не брит, почувствуй, как стильно я вонюч
Как завещал мне Laser B, здесь все умрут, а я изумруд
И вы мрёте так стильно: Suicide Mouse тут как тут
И как ни крути, но здесь все умрут, а я изумруд

[Припев: OBLADAET]
Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, я во – я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, во всем новом
Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, я во – я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, во всем новом

RAF – Asap Mob feat. Playboi Carti lyrics

Lyrics Asap Mob – RAF

I done came up (yuh)
Bustin’ down a whole bag (bag)
Broke nigga, step back (for what?)
Why don’t you peep a nigga’s swag (yuh)
You don’t even gotta ask (for what?)
What are those? What is that? (for y’all)
Please don’t touch my Raf.
Please don’t touch my Raf.

I’m racked up like rappers
I’m Raf’d up on camera
Get knocked out on camera
Squeeze pump like asthma
It’s rare Raf when I wear Raf
Bare Raf when I wear Raf
Might invest into some Raf shares
Lil niggas still share Raf
Yeah and I’m drippin’ on racks
Rick Owens be the tag
Do the digital dash
Yeah I’m boastin’, never brag
Please don’t touch my Raf
Bought a Kris Van Assche
Alessandro Gucci glasses
J.W. Anderson collab
Yeah she pop it like a mac
Yeah she drop it on the bag
I’ma buy another bag
‘Cause she always bring it back
Yeah you know how to make it last
Plus a nigga keepin’ tabs
I’ma fly first class
Quavo hit ’em with the dab
Please don’t touch my Raf.

Ho, don’t step on my Raf Simons
Ho, don’t step on my Raf Simons
Ho, don’t step on my Raf Simons
Do you know how much I’m spendin’?
My closet it worth ’bout a milli
Took the lil’ b***h out the runway
Now she naked in the kitchen
Raf Simons
All kind of crazy colors
Livin’ color
Left wrist, Rollie butters
Maison Margiela my sweater
Mama told me never settle
Raf Simons, don’t lace ’em
Got your b***h wanna date him.

Huh? What?
Don’t want ’em talkin’ ’bout the paper
I swear to God these niggas be haters (yah)
They be hatin’, I feel all the vapors
Live in cul-de-sac, gon’ get that lawn
Woo, right with my neighbors (yeah)
Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on
Now Atlanta got all different flavors
Hit that b***h right with my lightsaber
Woo, feel like Darth Vader
I’m a boss so you know I might Wraith you
Woo, Raf in my basement (yeah)
Yeah, pass the gas
Versuri-lyrics.info
Bet you know that I’m gon’ face it
Wait, that’s the reason that they mad
‘Cause Lil Uzi, yeah, he made it, yeah
I wore that Raf ‘fore I made it, yeah
I wore that Raf ‘fore I made it, yeah
Got that Raf all in my basement, yeah
F**k your b***h once I got patience, yeah (yeah)
F**k your b***h once ’cause I’m famous, yeah
Put my side b***h in Marc Jacobs, ayy
Makin’ them plays with my label
I get it, I count it, hundred on my table.

Sterling silver lasers (yessir)
Rubies red, my skin too black to blush
This b***h too rare to bust
Seen her in the iPhone pages
This ain’t on the Gram, Wizard of OZ
Parka pockets full of mint leave
Guap is smelling like it brush teeth
Say cheese, see the porcelain
Xans and water, see swordfish
Backwoods all forestry
Raf draggin’ on the.. floor, b***h
Flame thrower in it, in it
I’m torchin’ the road in these Gucci flames
Stuck to the pavement, they glued
I’m two-point-five million a venue
And twenty-five hundred a tooth
I’m coatin’ my lungs in the muddy
I’m cold like I’m sick with the flu
I cover my face and I’m bloody
That Spring/Summer 2002
Two, two, two, two, yeah
Please don’t touch my Raf
Sleep Pendergrass, Teddy
Sleep with the Teddy
Quick with the hands, ready
Please don’t touch my bag
Please don’t touch my Raf
Shirt off, I’m cam ready
Deadstock in memory
Please don’t pop my taggg.

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ASAP Rocky – Raf (feat. Quavo, Lil Uzi Vert & Frank Ocean)

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti]
I done came up (yuh)
Bustin’ down a whole bag (bag)
Broke nigga, step back (what)
Why don’t you peep a nigga’s swag (yuh)
You don’t even gotta ask (for what?)
What are those? What is that? (For y’all)
Please don’t touch my Raf (Please don’t touch my Raf)
Please don’t touch my Raf (what)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
I’m racked up like rappers
I’m Raf’d up on camera
Get knocked out on camera
Squeeze pump like asthma
It’s rare Raf when I wear Raf
Bare Raf when I wear Raf
Might invest into some Raf shares
Lil niggas still share Raf
Yeah and I’m drippin’ on racks
Rick Owens be the tag
Do the digital dash
Yeah I’m boastin’, never brag
Please don’t touch my Raf
Bought a Kris Van Assche
Alessandra Gucci glasses
W. Anderson collab
Yeah she pop it like a mac
Yeah she drop it on the bag
I’ma buy another bag
‘Cause she always bring it back
Yeah you know how to make it last
Plus a nigga keepin’ tabs
I’ma fly first class
Quavo hit ’em with the dab
Please don’t touch my Raf Simons

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Hoe, don’t step on my Raf Simons (Raf)
Hoe, don’t step on my Raf Simons (Raf)
Hoe, don’t step on my Raf Simons (Raf)
Do you know how much I’m spendin’? (Woo)
My closet it worth ’bout a milli (Yeah, yeah)
Took the lil’ bitch to the runway
Now she naked in the kitchen (Ooh)
Raf Simons (Aye)
All kind of crazy colors (Aye, aye)
Livin’ color (Colors)
Left wrist, Rollie butter (Ice)
Maison Margiela my sweater (Margiela)
Momma told me never settle (Momma)
Raf Simons, don’t lace ’em (Raf)
Got your bitch wanna date him (Ooh)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Huh? Wait
Don’t want ’em talkin’ ’bout the paper
I swear to God these niggas be haters
They be hatin’, I feel all the vapors
Live in cul-de-sac, gon’ get that lawn
Ooh, right with my neighbors
Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on
Now Atlanta got all different flavors
Hit that bitch right, I’m with my Life Savers
Oooh, feel like Darth Vader
I’m a boss so you know I might Wraith you
Ooh, Raf in my basement
Yeah pass the gas
Bet you know that I’m gon’ face it
Wait, that’s the reason that they mad
‘Cause Lil Uzi, yeah he made it
Yeah, I wore that Raf ‘fore I made it
Yeah, I wore that Raf ‘fore I made it
Yeah, got that Raf all in my basement
Yeah, fuck these bitches once I got patience
Yeah, fuck these bitches once ’cause I’m famous
Yeah, put my side bitch in Marc Jacobs
Ayy, makin’ them plays with my label
I get it, I count it, hundred on my table

[Verse 4: Frank Ocean]
Sterling silver lasers (yessir)
Rubies red,my skin too black to blush
This bitch too rare to bust
Seen her in the iPhone pages
This ain’t on the Gram, Wizard of OZ
Parka pockets full of mint leave
Guap is smelling like it brush teeth
Say cheese, see the porcelain
Xans and water, see swordfish
Backwoods all forestry
Raf draggin’ on the.. floor, bitch
Flame thrower in it, in it
I’m torchin’ the road in these Gucci flames
Stuck to the pavement, they glued
I’m two-point-five million a venue
And twenty-five hundred a tooth
I’m coatin’ my lungs in the muddy
I’m cold like I’m sick with the flu
I cover my face and I’m bloody
That Spring/Summer 2002
Two, two, two, two, yeah
Please don’t touch my Raf
Sleep Pendergrass, Teddy
Sleep with the Teddy
Quick with the hands, ready
Please don’t touch my bag
Please don’t touch my Raf
Shirt off, I’m cam ready
Deadstock in memory
Please don’t pop my tag

ASAP Mob – Raf (feat. A$Ap Rocky, Playboi Carti, Quavo, Lil Uzi Vert & Frank Ocean)

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti]
I done came up (yuh)
Bustin’ down a whole bag (bag)
Broke nigga, step back (what)
Why don’t you peep a nigga’s swag (yuh)
You don’t even gotta ask (for what?)
What are those? What is that? (For y’all)
Please don’t touch my Raf (Please don’t touch my Raf)
Please don’t touch my Raf (what)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
I’m racked up like rappers
I’m Raf’d up on camera
Get knocked out on camera
Squeeze pump like asthma
It’s rare Raf when I wear Raf
Bare Raf when I wear Raf
Might invest into some Raf shares
Lil niggas still share Raf
Yeah and I’m drippin’ on racks
Rick Owens be the tag
Do the digital dash
Yeah I’m boastin’, never brag
Please don’t touch my Raf
Bought a Kris Van Assche
Alessandra Gucci glasses
W. Anderson collab
Yeah she pop it like a mac
Yeah she drop it on the bag
I’ma buy another bag
‘Cause she always bring it back
Yeah you know how to make it last
Plus a nigga keepin’ tabs
I’ma fly first class
Quavo hit ’em with the dab
Please don’t touch my Raf Simons

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Hoe, don’t step on my Raf Simons (Raf)
Hoe, don’t step on my Raf Simons (Raf)
Hoe, don’t step on my Raf Simons (Raf)
Do you know how much I’m spendin’? (Woo)
My closet it worth ’bout a milli (Yeah, yeah)
Took the lil’ bitch to the runway
Now she naked in the kitchen (Ooh)
Raf Simons (Aye)
All kind of crazy colors (Aye, aye)
Livin’ color (Colors)
Left wrist, Rollie butter (Ice)
Maison Margiela my sweater (Margiela)
Momma told me never settle (Momma)
Raf Simons, don’t lace ’em (Raf)
Got your bitch wanna date him (Ooh)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Huh? Wait
Don’t want ’em talkin’ ’bout the paper
I swear to God these niggas be haters
They be hatin’, I feel all the vapors
Live in cul-de-sac, gon’ get that lawn
Ooh, right with my neighbors
Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on
Now Atlanta got all different flavors
Hit that bitch right, I’m with my Life Savers
Oooh, feel like Darth Vader
I’m a boss so you know I might Wraith you
Ooh, Raf in my basement
Yeah pass the gas
Bet you know that I’m gon’ face it
Wait, that’s the reason that they mad
‘Cause Lil Uzi, yeah he made it
Yeah, I wore that Raf ‘fore I made it
Yeah, I wore that Raf ‘fore I made it
Yeah, got that Raf all in my basement
Yeah, fuck these bitches once I got patience
Yeah, fuck these bitches once ’cause I’m famous
Yeah, put my side bitch in Marc Jacobs
Ayy, makin’ them plays with my label
I get it, I count it, hundred on my table

[Verse 4: Frank Ocean]
Sterling silver lasers (yessir)
Rubies red,my skin too black to blush
This bitch too rare to bust
Seen her in the iPhone pages
This ain’t on the Gram, Wizard of OZ
Parka pockets full of mint leave
Guap is smelling like it brush teeth
Say cheese, see the porcelain
Xans and water, see swordfish
Backwoods all forestry
Raf draggin’ on the.. floor, bitch
Flame thrower in it, in it
I’m torchin’ the road in these Gucci flames
Stuck to the pavement, they glued
I’m two-point-five million a venue
And twenty-five hundred a tooth
I’m coatin’ my lungs in the muddy
I’m cold like I’m sick with the flu
I cover my face and I’m bloody
That Spring/Summer 2002
Two, two, two, two, yeah
Please don’t touch my Raf
Sleep Pendergrass, Teddy
Sleep with the Teddy
Quick with the hands, ready
Please don’t touch my bag
Please don’t touch my Raf
Shirt off, I’m cam ready
Deadstock in memory
Please don’t pop my tag

A$AP Rocky – Please Don’t Touch My Raf Lyrics

[Snippet]
I done came up
Busting down a whole bag
Broke nigga step back
Why don’t you peep a nigga’s swag
You don’t even gotta ask
What are those? What is that?
Please don’t touch my Raf
Please don’t touch my Raf
And I’m drippin’ on rags
Rick Owens be the tag
Do the digital dash
Yeah I’m boasting, never brag
Please don’t touch my raf
Yeah I’m catch ’em like a cab
Yeah I’m rappin like a ____
Yeah I ____
Yeah I pop em like a tag
____
Yeah she drop it on the dash
___ in the bag
And she always bring it back
___
Nigga goin on the ___

[Verse: A$AP Rocky]
I’m raf’d up like rappers
I’m raf’d up on camera
You knocked out on camera
Squeeze pump like asthma
Been Raf when I wear Raf
Been Raf when I wear Raf
Might invest into some Raf shit
Lil niggas still share Raf
And I’m drippin’ on rags
Rick Owens be the tag
Do the digital dash
Yeah I’m boasting, never brag
Please don’t touch my raf
All the crips been mad
That designer Gucci bag
They be hearing people laugh
Yeah she pop it like a mag
Yeah she drop it on the bag
Imma buy another bag
Cuz she always bring it back
Yeah you know a nigga last
Pussy nigga keep intact
Ima fly first class
Quavo hit ’em with the dab
Please don’t touch my Raf Simons

[Quavo]
Please don’t step on my Raf Simons
Ho don’t step on my Raf Simons

[Lil Uzi Vert]
Raf in my basement
Oooh, [?]
[?]
Oooh, feel like Darth Vader
I’m a boss…

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Future – Lookin Exotic (Hndrxx Album)

Extravagant Hendrix
Switch hands like lil’ pitcher
Super astronomical

Peel you off a couple bands, girl like "Here you go"
Then lookin’ like the baddest bitch in my videos
I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes
White Phantom, white Phantom or the white rose
Speekin’ of modellin’, you look marvelous
Hit your girl up and tell’ em that you’re all iced up (iced up)
I try my best to put my ego first, I’d need to stop it
Keep it real, you lookin’ exotic, no

Three rings on my left, I feel like King James
They see the way we represent, they see the way we get it
You can’t be never slippin’, you gotta show you’re different
I came through and took all they bitches with me
Nigga I get all the way faded, I can’t get tipsy
I’m eating something, start busting and rushing on a daily basis, I’m guilty
Let this champagne start flowin’, drink it up ’til it’s empty
Got this V.I.P. section burnin’ like a chimney
We ain’t gotta emphasize nobody, we done bought the building
Let’s go zip out to Australia, we can go to Switzerland
We got a chauffeur and a translator for it, he don’t speak English
Sometimes when you speak from your soul it sound like you singing

Peel you off a couple bands, girl like "Here you go"
Then lookin’ like the baddest bitch in my videos
I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes
White Phantom, white Phantom or the white rose
Speekin’ of modellin’, you look marvelous
Hit your girl up and tell’ em that you’re all iced up (iced up)
I try my best to put my ego first, I’d need to stop it
Keep it real, you lookin’ exotic, no

Gotta put a whole lot of kush into my lungs
I put a whole lot of work and I just begun
And when that green money on the turf, it’s their call
Gotta put that steel under my shirt and do it large
Fuck the cops, she gon’ ride you like my dog
Chinchilla, I put it on and let it fall
Gorilla, let it drag on the floor
I forgot to get the money, lay low
We take shoppin’ sprees, I can bring the store to me
I don’t get top money, please, bitch I’m out they league
Raf Simons, Rick Owens, cost 200 G’s
Cash out mad G’s, bustin’ down AP’s
Hand made one of one Riccardo Tisci
Crystal diamonds on my sleeves, L-O-V-E
Changed the whips about a week, yes I do agree
Louis V on my carry-on, yes indeed
Have to pay for it tonight as you charge a fee
Order the PJ at one, we land tomorrow at three
Steak and shrimps, caviar for seven days
Let’s flick it up for my dawgs in the cage

Peel you off a couple bands, girl like "Here you go"
Then lookin’ like the baddest bitch in my videos
I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes
White Phantom, white Phantom or the white rose
Speekin’ of modellin’, you look marvelous
Hit your girl up and tell’ em that you’re all iced up (iced up)
I try my best to put my ego first, I’d need to stop it
Keep it real, you lookin’ exotic, no

I’m a keep it real with you!
Lookin’ exotic
Got a half mil’ on me
I’m ’boutta to recount it now

21 Savage – Fresh (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Gucci Mane) (21 Uzi Album)

[Intro]
Ha, its wizop
6ers
1600, 1600 1600
Stand up
Huh

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It’s so hard to take the trap out a trap nigga
I’m a coke dealer dressed like a rap figure
A Guy Fisher type of nigga, I’mma die richer
Posing for pictures with the strippers and the pot flippers
I’d rather lie to ya baby then I lie with ya
I seen you with his shit, I ain’t finna ride with ya
Pitching underhand I’m a knuckle ball pitcher
You off base I call you out, I’m the hind catcher
You ran off, guess you thought it’d be a cakewalk
Stealing base, got caught, let the K talk
Got me digging in my safe at the safe house
Like I won’t pay a 100k to blow ya face off

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Lil Uzi Vert]
The young nigga stay fresh
I can show him how to flex
Another nigga with a check
And I can teach him how to dress
The young nigga stay fresh
And I can show him how to flex
Another nigga with a check
And I can show him how to dress

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Okay you know I stay fly, yeah you stay level
Red Gucci leather, yeah Raf Simons sweater
Yeah got rid of my girl, got a foreign with a accent that’s better
Yeah I just had both of them and they came together
Yeah in the strip club with my nigga big Guwop, and Wop we just changed the weather
Somebody grab my sweater, cause I just changed the weather
Yeah we make it rain together, we make it rain together
All of my diamonds VS’s, so you know that mean it connected
I told that girl just to bust it
The first time she met me
I told that girl just to neck it
Yeah young nigga hustle put diamonds in necklace
Yeah flexing, finessing that’s all in my vessels

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Lil Uzi Vert]
The young nigga stay fresh
I can show him how to flex
Another nigga with a check
And I can teach him how to dress
The young nigga stay fresh
And I can show him how to flex
Another nigga with a check
And I can show him how to dress