Lyrics:
She said, I clap my hands, walk my feet
It's freedom
She said, we'll slide into the rhythm of this beat
It's freedom, oh
Well if you feel
distractions
All them niggas hating, still ain't got the mansion
Don't discriminate I judge a nigga by his actions
Them man are browsing, me I just cop a pair
clap 25, you'll get blazed
I'm trying to grab all this guap
Money long them boys just get changed
I got fluffy hoes and them thots
I ain't trying
day
PEACEを探し続けて
AND FIND UNITY
目の前の
身近な事
から始めよう
YOU＆Iでしか生み出せないこの
無条件の愛
let's stick side by side
何があってもそばにいるから
everybody
hey hey hey
just clap your hands
I go to rap concerts, and post in the back
Don't even clap
I'm knowing that the show'll be whack
After performing they be looking like they
to blast you bring your mans too
Bring it back up we masters better act cool
Turn the assholes and clap you and you damn fools
Escape to a place of peace
to blast you bring your mans too
Bring it back up we masters better act cool
Turn the assholes and clap you and you damn fools
Escape to a place of peace
album finna drop
Know these hoes shit flop
Diddy bop on a weak hoe
And I get it by the week hoe
Catch me in the streets hoe
Slide down yo block, best
you bent
Boom Bap I punctuate your lung
accurately till you collapse
My rap\'s original like Gun Claps
Your strategy is no strategy
when I come
Damn right muhfucka got that gangsta music
Better hold on to your head cause Imma make you lose it
If I make ya clap ya hands then Imma make ya
Keep it funky
Keep the beat
Clap your hands people
And kinda stomp your feet
Keep it funky now
It's alright
Keep it funky people
Gotta keep it
the drum spray
damn that flake got me loaded
catch a standin' ovay
clap until your up and open
daddy bring the heat out
someone leave the oven open?
(Clap your hands y'all, it's alright)
If tomorrow is judgment day (Sing Mommy)
And I'm standing on the front line
And the Lord asks me what I
life
(Half Pint need ya'll listen to this real good)
It felt good to see Marques go solo, I stood by his side
His dreams was my dreams, so the love will
want to come for some
And get diddy-diddy-done, son
Cool like The Mack, in fact I'm ready to attack
The wick-wick-wick wack, now clap
To the funky
under the A.C.
Niggaz be fakin', pullin' they guns out they holsters
Keep my shit right by my dick like I'm supposed to
New Starang, I been this way
inside of the livest niggas
Art of War was designed by the wisest killas
Wrote the thug book, only the truth get spit
Took my hooks like you wrote that
weekends gonna be
Lookout weekend 'cause, here I come
Because weekends were, made for fun
By the time wednesday comes, I feel the beat and I want
Called by the feeling that there must be something more
To a place you've never ever been before
Where no one goes
Yet still you're not alone
Yu
and do the mixin
More time for that when I get through with the rap
And makin em clap and snap and pat my back
The style, lyrics and flow is what you lack
Bellin
Strolling with a limp
Sagging hard
Mainly done by L.A street niggas
Bellin
Is not just a casual stroll
But a way of life
A movement
In Linen
Strolling with the vengeance
And when I make that gun clap
bitch niggaz roll like pigeons
So if you claiming than brang it
And be about
clap, smack
Hit across your lips wit some shit
That make ya want to spit and do two back flips
Blue top, I clear through the air
You against me? Well I
on the crew
Where the bad bitches that was in the back by the booth? What it do?
I've been watching y'all
Talk for a while just to top it off
Mama dance? No
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