trapanese (remix) - lil ricefield lyrics
[verse 1: lil ricefield]
got that chop, got that stick, b*tch, i’m trapanese
ramen noodles on my d*ck when i’m clapping cheeks
going stupid in the whip ‘cause i cannot see
tryna bring your dog, then you better bring that cutlery
getting to the chips, hunnids blue, like doraemon
nice guy, but i spit flames like i’m iroh
talking out your neck, i bring the drum, taiko
lames get to speaking
then what’s up b*tch? ohaiyo! (ohaiyo)
i’m a f*cking shogun
fronting in my face opposition, let me roll one
always get the a*plus, b*tch, i need more huns
one less dog at the pound ‘cause i stole one
man these suckas wanna test, but i’m asian, so i pass
b*tch i’m running up a check, i ain’t nеver skipping class
if you talking out your neck, on my momma, it’s a lash
if i becomе doctor, i ain’t saving your hoe ass (you doctor yet?)
[verse 2: seiji oda]
aye, why your eyes like that?
ain’t no molly in my lean, b*tch, i squint ‘cause i’m a j*p
visor bucket on my face, i don’t f*ck with fitted caps
all this money that i make, keep it hidden in a stack in my mattress
add it like a master, math kid
skinny long sl!ck mustache like a catfish
finna go godzilla we gon’ smash sh*t
lil ricefield f*ck with big rice patty, we active
[verse 3: daboii]
b*tch, it’s daboii why you askin?
i heard you used to be the man, bro what happened?
big bullets running through your body, they acid
turn us back, tryna run at your ass, b*tch
what n*ggas speaking on
if your the only n*gga in you better put your people on
d*mn i love my glock, i bought her [?] now she need a loan
b*tch get over here and make it shake
that’s how we great the hoes
just caught the chopstick off my angel folks
we might have both hit that hoe, but you paid it all
just cut my favorite b*tch off, she shoulda played her role
and every time i’m on the mic, i hear him taking off
[verse 4: cash kidd]
and there ain’t a n*gga that i’m rocking with, they tryna go
put sh*lls in your head, like a jamaican hoe
n*ggas out like b*tches, tell a parrot they be playing roles
when i bury money, that’s the only time i’m saving hoes
we act her, man i catch you lacking, it’s tragic
call me [?] in your crib with all these ratchets
bad b*tch, eating up the bars, mrs. pacman
on the plane, getting head in the air, like a blackflip
if you hating b*tch, die slow
letting pipes blow, squeezing arms like tight clothes
money talk, semi*green, talking like gecko
my dog pouring rounds that are red like a typo
[verse 5: lil ricefield]
she got the pretty face and light hair like yino
you know imma need to drop her cause she buggin like shino
got a insta famous b*tch in my dms, for a promo
flying b*tch with the body like a peach, call her momo
[verse 6: seiji oda]
f*ck a b*tch in j*pan, you can hear it in the baby
he’s a boy, disappeared like spirited away
no i f*ck with you tough, if you feel what i say
but if not, you can suck what’s near to my ways (b*tch)
[verse 7: daboii]
answer be the game, forget money
like i had a tight grip, can’t get sh*t from me
imma ball day and night, b*tch i’m kid cudi
and i throw white forces, yo that b*tch money (b*tch)
[verse 8: cash kidd]
oh that’s your b*tch, imma steal her, ben [?] burger
she blew me now her chain white, i pop a smurfter
hit the store i’m going in but i’m not a burglar
heard i hit this b*tch, that n*gga hot, free bobby’s murder
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