Rich Brian - Rapapapa

[Intro]
C#m7 F#6
x4

[Verse 1]
C#m7
Two-faced bitches pop out when it’s dark
F#6
I ain’t finna waste time if I don’t feel a spark on sight
C#m7
That pussy gon’ make me wan’ fight
F#6
Gotta go wrap it up, that pussy gon’ bite
C#m7
Eight shows and I come home for the payroll
F#6
Man, I got hoes that won’t ask how my day go
C#m7
I’m a trooper, I’ma strike like a Pave Low
F#6
If I need some money, then I’ma make ‘em (Uh)

[Chorus]
C#m7
Ayy (Ayy)
F#6 C#m7
Then I hit it from the back, got it clappin’, pa-pa-pa-pa

(Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa)
F#6 C#m7
She older than me but she call me da-da-da-da

(Da-da-da-da-da)
F#6 C#m7
Missy Elliott flow gon’ hit like ra-ta-ta-ta

(Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta)
F#6. C#m7
Your dick game Lacoste, my dick game Pra-da-da-da
F#6
(Pra-da-da-da-da)
C#m7
Ayy, fuck that
F#6
You might make me lose my shit
C#m7
Goodbye to the good guy
F#6
Look what you did, now he don’t care ‘bout shit
C#m7
Yeah, fuck that, out here feelin’ dangerous
F#6
If you still feel comfortable, then I’m sorry, you ain’t made it yet

[Verse 2]
C#m7 F#6
Could’ve been involved and felt important ‘bout yourself, but you
C#m7 F#6
Had to rock the boat and you forgot the table turns and moves
C#m7 F#6
Why these people ‘round me rather look away than tell the truth?
C#m7 F#6
If they tryna tell some lies on me, then I’ma tell it, too
C#m7
All this pain in my heart, poppin’ another Advil
F#6
Everything planned, keep actin’ like it’s casual
C#m7
Pull your pants down, we rally to the bathroom
F#6 C#m7
Sorry, we ain’t got time to light the candles (Ayy)
F#6
Pussy got me singin’, I forgot I was a rapper
C#m7
Way we roleplay, feelin’ like some actors
F#6
She don’t pop pills, only morning afters

[Chorus]
C#m7
Ayy (Ayy)
F#6 C#m7
Then I hit it from the back, got it clappin’, pa-pa-pa-pa

(Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa)
F#6 C#m7
She older than me but she call me da-da-da-da

(Da-da-da-da-da)
F#6 C#m7
Missy Elliott flow gon’ hit like ra-ta-ta-ta

(Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta)
F#6. C#m7
Your dick game Lacoste, my dick game Pra-da-da-da
F#6
(Pra-da-da-da-da)
C#m7
Ayy, fuck that
F#6
You might make me lose my shit
C#m7
Goodbye to the good guy
F#6
Look what you did, now he don’t care ‘bout shit
C#m7
Yeah, fuck that, out here feelin’ dangerous
F#6
If you still feel comfortable, then I’m sorry, you ain’t made it yet

[Verse 3]
C#m7 F#6
Suck on her nipples like bon appé-tit
C#m7 F#6
Don’t tell me “Pull up” if that shit ain’t wet
C#m7 F#6
I got protection, I need self-defense
C#m7 F#6
Pull out my weapon and empty the clip
C#m7 F#6
Pa-pa-pa, that’s three of my kids
C#m7 F#6
Pa-pa-pa, my son and my twins
C#m7 F#6
She so wet, I’ll go for a swim
C#m7 F#6
Girl, don’t stop, let’s do it again
C#m7 F#6
Ayy, just because we were drunk, don’t expect me to forget
C#m7 F#6
If it’s lust over love, then girl, we don’t got shit
C#m7 F#6
Got a wife checklist and I can’t see you on it
C#m7 F#6
But we way too young, so let’s wild out in this bitch

[Chorus]
C#m7
Ayy (Ayy)
F#6 C#m7
Then I hit it from the back, got it clappin’, pa-pa-pa-pa

(Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa)
F#6 C#m7
She older than me but she call me da-da-da-da

(Da-da-da-da-da)
F#6 C#m7
Missy Elliott flow gon’ hit like ra-ta-ta-ta

(Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta)
F#6. C#m7
Your dick game Lacoste, my dick game Pra-da-da-da
F#6
(Pra-da-da-da-da)
C#m7
Ayy, fuck that
F#6
You might make me lose my shit
C#m7
Goodbye to the good guy
F#6
Look what you did, now he don’t care ‘bout shit
C#m7
Yeah, fuck that, out here feelin’ dangerous
F#6
If you still feel comfortable, then I’m sorry, you ain’t made it yet