Rapunzel Songtext
von LISA feat. Megan Thee Stallion
Rapunzel Songtext
It′s the Hot Girl Coach, and LISA (ah)
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Keep your doggies in a - muzzle
Only one queen in the jungle
Ay, only one queen, only one
I don′t window-shop, I big spend
If I got a message, I click "send"
You can't lie to me, got a sixth sense
Feel my energy with some Himalayan incense
Livin' lavish while we still young
Spendin′ that - ′til we go dumb
Flashin' them gold teeth all damn day
When I walk by, I hear them say
That′s money, that's - money
-, tell me how you love me
-, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah)
That′s money, that's - money
-, tell me how you love me
-, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hair down, feelin′ like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin′, hair down (real hot girl -)
I′m the hood Rapunzel (hood Rapunzel), 50-inch, my bundles (yeah)
Louis V, my duffle, body tea for trouble
Made a mill' at a show, quarter mill′ on my throat (brr)
And if a - want beef, I make a meal outta - (ah)
Damn, I might be too pretty (too pretty), what they finna do with me? (I don't know)
Booty so big, - sittin′ up like new - (baow, baow)
Two chains on, finna pull up with the roof missin'
Poppin′ all my life, - hatin', ain't a new feelin′ (ah)
Livin′ lavish while we still young
Spendin' that - ′til we go dumb
Flashin' them gold teeth all damn day
When I walk by, I hear them say
That′s money, that's - money
-, tell me how you love me
-, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah)
That′s money, that's - money
-, tell me how you love me
-, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin′, hair down
Hair down, feelin′ like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feelin′ like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feelin′ like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Need some me time, gotta meditate
Level up, level up, -, I levitate
In my pocket, I got somethin′ you won't ever make
But I'm generous, maybe you can have a taste
Anyway, gotta go ′cause I′m runnin' late
Every day, make a bag, -, you gonna hate
Hour or two
But this is my life, baby, I ain′t you
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Keep your doggies in a - muzzle
Only one queen in the jungle
Ay, only one queen, only one
I don′t window-shop, I big spend
If I got a message, I click "send"
You can't lie to me, got a sixth sense
Feel my energy with some Himalayan incense
Livin' lavish while we still young
Spendin′ that - ′til we go dumb
Flashin' them gold teeth all damn day
When I walk by, I hear them say
That′s money, that's - money
-, tell me how you love me
-, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah)
That′s money, that's - money
-, tell me how you love me
-, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hair down, feelin′ like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin′, hair down (real hot girl -)
I′m the hood Rapunzel (hood Rapunzel), 50-inch, my bundles (yeah)
Louis V, my duffle, body tea for trouble
Made a mill' at a show, quarter mill′ on my throat (brr)
And if a - want beef, I make a meal outta - (ah)
Damn, I might be too pretty (too pretty), what they finna do with me? (I don't know)
Booty so big, - sittin′ up like new - (baow, baow)
Two chains on, finna pull up with the roof missin'
Poppin′ all my life, - hatin', ain't a new feelin′ (ah)
Livin′ lavish while we still young
Spendin' that - ′til we go dumb
Flashin' them gold teeth all damn day
When I walk by, I hear them say
That′s money, that's - money
-, tell me how you love me
-, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah)
That′s money, that's - money
-, tell me how you love me
-, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin′, hair down
Hair down, feelin′ like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feelin′ like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feelin′ like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Need some me time, gotta meditate
Level up, level up, -, I levitate
In my pocket, I got somethin′ you won't ever make
But I'm generous, maybe you can have a taste
Anyway, gotta go ′cause I′m runnin' late
Every day, make a bag, -, you gonna hate
Hour or two
But this is my life, baby, I ain′t you
Writer(s): Lisa Ann Brokop, Kimberly Anne Mclean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com