Rich Brian – Rapapapa chords

C#m7 F#6 x4

[Verse 1]
C#m7Two-faced bitches pop out when it's dark
F#6I ain't finna waste time if I don't feel a spark on sight
C#m7That pussy gon' make me wan' fight
F#6Gotta go wrap it up, that pussy gon' bite
C#m7Eight shows and I come home for the payroll
F#6Man, I got hoes that won't ask how my day go
C#m7I'm a trooper, I'ma strike like a Pave Low
F#6If I need some money, then I'ma make 'em (Uh)


[Chorus]
C#m7Ayy (Ayy)
                          F#6                           C#m7Then I hit it from the back, got it clappin', pa-pa-pa-pa

(Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa)
    F#6                                    C#m7She older than me but she call me da-da-da-da

(Da-da-da-da-da)
      F#6                                 C#m7Missy Elliott flow gon' hit like ra-ta-ta-ta

(Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta)
      F#6.                                     C#m7Your dick game Lacoste, my dick game Pra-da-da-da
                F#6(Pra-da-da-da-da)
C#m7Ayy, fuck that
F#6You might make me lose my shit
C#m7Goodbye to the good guy
F#6Look what you did, now he don't care 'bout shit
C#m7Yeah, fuck that, out here feelin' dangerous
F#6If you still feel comfortable, then I'm sorry, you ain't made it yet


[Verse 2]
C#m7                             F#6Could've been involved and felt important 'bout yourself, but you
C#m7                          F#6Had to rock the boat and you forgot the table turns and moves
C#m7                              F#6Why these people 'round me rather look away than tell the truth?
C#m7                                F#6If they tryna tell some lies on me, then I'ma tell it, too
C#m7All this pain in my heart, poppin' another Advil
F#6Everything planned, keep actin' like it's casual
C#m7Pull your pants down, we rally to the bathroom
F#6                                            C#m7Sorry, we ain't got time to light the candles (Ayy)
F#6Pussy got me singin', I forgot I was a rapper
C#m7Way we roleplay, feelin' like some actors
F#6She don't pop pills, only morning afters


[Chorus]
C#m7Ayy (Ayy)
                          F#6                           C#m7Then I hit it from the back, got it clappin', pa-pa-pa-pa

(Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa)
    F#6                                    C#m7She older than me but she call me da-da-da-da

(Da-da-da-da-da)
      F#6                                 C#m7Missy Elliott flow gon' hit like ra-ta-ta-ta

(Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta)
      F#6.                                     C#m7Your dick game Lacoste, my dick game Pra-da-da-da
                F#6(Pra-da-da-da-da)
C#m7Ayy, fuck that
F#6You might make me lose my shit
C#m7Goodbye to the good guy
F#6Look what you did, now he don't care 'bout shit
C#m7Yeah, fuck that, out here feelin' dangerous
F#6If you still feel comfortable, then I'm sorry, you ain't made it yet


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


[Chorus]
C#m7Ayy (Ayy)
                          F#6                           C#m7Then I hit it from the back, got it clappin', pa-pa-pa-pa

(Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa)
    F#6                                    C#m7She older than me but she call me da-da-da-da

(Da-da-da-da-da)
      F#6                                 C#m7Missy Elliott flow gon' hit like ra-ta-ta-ta

(Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta)
      F#6.                                     C#m7Your dick game Lacoste, my dick game Pra-da-da-da
                F#6(Pra-da-da-da-da)
C#m7Ayy, fuck that
F#6You might make me lose my shit
C#m7Goodbye to the good guy
F#6Look what you did, now he don't care 'bout shit
C#m7Yeah, fuck that, out here feelin' dangerous
F#6If you still feel comfortable, then I'm sorry, you ain't made it yet