Rapapapa lyrics

[Verse 1: Rich Brian]

Two-face bitches pop out when it's dark

I ain't finna waste time if I don't feel a spark on sight

That pussy gon' make me wan' fight

Gotta go, wrap it up, that pussy gon' bite

Eight shows and I come home for the payroll

Man, I got hoes that won't ask how my day go

I'm a trooper, I'ma strike like a Pave Low

If I need some money, then I'ma make 'em, uh

[Chorus: Rich Brian]

Ayy (Ayy)

Then I hit it from the back, got it clappin', pa-pa-pa-pa

(Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa)

She older than me but she call me da-da-da-da

(Da-da-da-da-da)

Missy Elliott flow gon' hit like ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

(Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)

Your dick game Lacoste, my dick game Pra-da-da-da

(Pra-da-da-da-da) Ayy, fuck that

You might make me lose my shit

Goodbye to the good guy

Look what you did, now he don't care 'bout shit

Yeah, fuck that, out here feelin' dangerous

If you still feel comfortable, then I'm sorry, you ain't made it yet

[Verse 2: Rich Brian]

Could've been involved and felt important 'bout yourself

But you had to rock the boat

And you forgot the table turns and moves

Why these people 'round me rather look away than tell the truth?

If they tryna tell some lies on me, then I'ma tell it, too

All this pain in my heart, poppin' another Advil

Everything planned, keep actin' like it's casual

Pull your pants down, we rally to the bathroom

Sorry, we ain't got time to light the candles (Ayy)

Pussy got me singin', I forgot I was a rapper

Way we roleplay, feelin' like some actors

She don't pop pills, only morning afters

[Chorus: Rich Brian]

(Ayy) Then I hit it from the back, got it clappin', pa-pa-pa-pa

(Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa)

She older than me but she call me da-da-da-da

(Da-da-da-da-da)

Missy Elliott flow gon' hit like ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

(Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)

Your dick game Lacoste, my dick game Pra-da-da-da

(Pra-da-da-da-da) Ayy, fuck that

You might make me lose my shit

Goodbye to the good guy

Look what you did, now he don't care 'bout shit

Yeah, fuck that, out here feelin' dangerous

If you still feel comfortable, then I'm sorry, you ain't made it yet

[Verse 3: Rich Brian]

Suck on her nipples like bon appé-tit

Don't tell me "Pull up" if that shit ain't wet

I got protection, I need self-defense

Pull out my weapon and empty the clip

Pa-pa-pa, that's three of my kids

Pa-pa-pa, my son and my twins

She so wet, I'll go for a swim

Girl, don't stop, let's do it again

Ayy, just because we were drunk, don't expect me to forget

If it's lust over love, then girl, we don't got shit

Got a wife checklist and I can't see you on it

But we way too young, so let's wild out in this bitch

[Chorus: Rich Brian]

(Ayy) Then I hit it from the back, got it clappin', pa-pa-pa-pa

(Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa)

She older than me but she call me da-da-da-da

(Da-da-da-da-da)

Missy Elliott flow gon' hit like ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

(Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)

Your dick game Lacoste, my dick game Pra-da-da-da

(Pra-da-da-da-da) Ayy, fuck that

You might make me lose my shit

Goodbye to the good guy

Look what you did, now he don't care 'bout shit

Yeah, fuck that, out here feelin' dangerous

If you still feel comfortable, then I'm sorry, you ain't made it yet

[Outro: RZA]

They could never take what you came with

They're gonna try to find a thousand ways to say the same shit

But you will be different

Because it's insignificant, yet ignorant

Rich Brian was born to be rich with talents and balance

And the ability to face life challenges

Represent your artistic intelligence

Your genetic pigment, your culture, your power

Plus you'll refine it, focus your strength

Emit a laser beam wavelength

That break the chains of mental enslavement

Be amongst the brave men

Witness the modern-day Kung Fu

Perform this out a vocal booth

Keep shinin', keep suprisin' and energizin' the generation

Keep the 88rising, and risin' and risin'

And risin' and risin' and risin' and risin'

• Artist:Rich Brian
• Album:The Sailor