Rich Brian feat. RZA – Rapapapa | Lyrics Video 2019

Lyrics “Rapapapa” – Rich Brian feat. RZA

Two faced b**ches pop out when it’s dark
I ain’t finna waste time if I don’t feel a spark on sight
That p**sy gon’ make me wan’ fight
Gotta go, wrap it up, that p**sy gon’ bite
Eight shows and I come home for the payroll
Man, I got h*es 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

Ayy, then I hit it from the back, got it clappin’, pa-pa-pa-pa
She older than me but she call me da-da-da-da
Missy Elliott flow gon’ hit like ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Your d**k game Lacoste, my d**k game Pra-da-da-da
Ayy, f**k that, you might make me lose my s**t
Goodbye to the good guy
Look what you did, now he don’t care ’bout s**t
Yeah, f**k that, out here feelin’ dangerous
If you still feel comfortable
Then I’m sorry, you ain’t made it yet

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, aay
P**sy got me singin’, I forgot I was a rapper
Way we roleplay, feelin’ like some actors
She don’t pop pills, only morning afters

Ayy, then I hit it from the back, got it clappin’, pa-pa-pa-pa
She older than me but she call me da-da-da-da
Missy Elliott flow gon’ hit like ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Your d**k game Lacoste, my d**k game Pra-da-da-da
Ayy, f**k that, you might make me lose my s**t
Goodbye to the good guy
Look what you did, now he don’t care ’bout s**t
Yeah, f**k that, out here feelin’ dangerous
If you still feel comfortable
Then I’m sorry, you ain’t made it yet

Suck on her nipples like bon appé-tit
Don’t tell me Pull up if that s**t 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 s**t
Got a wife checklist and I can’t see you on it
But we way too young
So let’s wild out in this b**ch

Ayy, then I hit it from the back, got it clappin’, pa-pa-pa-pa
She older than me but she call me da-da-da-da
Missy Elliott flow gon’ hit like ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Your d**k game Lacoste, my d**k game Pra-da-da-da
Ayy, f**k that, you might make me lose my s**t
Goodbye to the good guy
Look what you did, now he don’t care ’bout s**t
Yeah, f**k that, out here feelin’ dangerous
If you still feel comfortable
Then I’m sorry, you ain’t made it yet

They could never take what you came with
They’re gonna try to find a thousand ways to say the same s**t
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’…

➤ Written by Tyler Mehlenbacher, Sergiu Gherman, Gregory Hein, Bēkon, Daniel Krieger, Craig Balmoris, Rich Brian & RZA
Album: The Sailor
Produced by Bēkon, Rappy & Craig Balmoris
Rich Brian | RZA | 2019

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