Rapapapa (feat. RZA)

Two-faced 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, then I come home for the payroll

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

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

If I need some money, then I'ma make dough

Ay (Ay)

Then I hit it from the back got it clappin' pap-pap-pap-pap

She older than me but she call me "dada-dada"

Ay, Missy Elliott flow gon hit like rat-tat-ta-ta

Your dick game Lacoste my dick game Prada-da-da

Ay, fuck that, you might make me lose my shit

Goodbye to the good guy

Look what you did now, we 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

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 its casual

Pull your pants down we rally to the bathroom

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

(Ay) Pussy got me singing now, forgot that I was rapper

Way we role-play, feelin' like some actors

She don't pop pills only morning-afters

(Ay) Then I hit it from the back got it clappin' pap-pap-pap-pap

She older than me but she call me "dada-dada"

Ay, Missy Elliott flow gon hit like rat-tat-ta-ta

Your dick game Lacoste my dick game Prada-da-da

Ay, fuck that, you might make me lose my shit

Goodbye to the good guy

Look what you did now, we 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

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

Pap-pap-pap, that's three of my kids

Pap-pap-pap, my son and my twins

She so wet, I go for a swim

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

Ay, 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

(Ay) Then I hit it from the back got it clappin' pap-pap-pap-pap

She older than me but she call me "dada-dada"

Ay, Missy Elliott flow gon hit like rat-tat-ta-ta

Your dick game Lacoste my dick game Prada-da-da

Ay, fuck that, you might make me lose my shit

Goodbye to the good guy

Look what you did now, we 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

They could never take what you came with

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

But you'll be different

Because it's insignificant, they're ignorant

Rich Brian was born to be rich

With talents and balance

And the ability to face life's 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

Put forth this out a vocal booth

Keep shinin'

Keep suprisin' and energizin' a generation

Keep the 88rising

And risin' and risin'

And risin' and risin'

And risin' and risin'