Rapapapa (feat. RZA) (Explicit) - Rich Brian/RZA

Lyrics by：Brian Imanuel/Daniel Tannenbaum/Tyler Reese Mehlenbacher/Daniel Nathan Krieger/Sergiu Adrian Gherman/Gregory “Aldae” Hein

Composed by：Brian Imanuel/Daniel Tannenbaum/Tyler Reese Mehlenbacher/Daniel Nathan Krieger/Sergiu Adrian Gherman/Craig Balmoris/Gregory “Aldae” Hein/Robert Diggs

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*ssy gon make me wan' fight

Gotta go wrap it up that p*ssy gon bite

8 shows then I come home for the pay roll man

I got h**s that won't ask how my day go

Imma trooper imma strike like a Pave Low

If I need some money then imma make em

Then I hit it from the back got it clappin papapapa

She older than me but she call me dadadada

Missy Elliott flow gon hit like ratatata

Your d**k game Lacoste my d**k game Pradadada

F**k that you might make me lose my sh*t

Goodbye to the good guy look what you did now

He don't care bout sh*t f**k that out here feelin dangerous

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

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 imma tell it too

All this pain in my heart poppin another advil

Everything planned keep actin like its casual pull your pants down

We rally to the bathroom

Sorry we ain't got time to light the candles

P*ssy got me singing I forgot I was rapper

Way we role play feelin like some actors

She don't pop pills only morning afters

Then I hit it from the back got it clappin papapapa

She older than me but she call me dadadada

Missy Elliott flow gon hit like ratatata

Your d**k game Lacoste my d**k game Pradadada

F**k that you might make me lose my sh*t

Goodbye to the good guy look what you did now

He don't care bout sh*t f**k that out here feelin dangerous

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

Suck on her nipples like bon appetit

Don't tell me pull up if that sh*t ain't wet

I got protection I need self defense

Pull out my weapon and empty the clip

PaPaPa that's three of my kids PaPaPa my son and my twins

She so wet I'll go for a swim girl don't stop let's do it again

Just because we were drunk don't expect me to forget

If it's lust over love then girl we don't got sh*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

Then I hit it from the back got it clappin papapapa

She older than me but she call me dadadada

Missy Elliott flow gon hit like ratatata

Your d**k game Lacoste my d**k game Pradadada

F**k that you might make me lose my sh*t

Goodbye to the good guy look what you did now

He don't care bout sh*t f**k that out here feelin dangerous

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