Lyrics:
on the ground
Take one step left and one step right
One to the front and one to the side
Clap your hands once and clap your hands twice
And if it looks like this
DIDN'T KNOW THAT WAS GONNA BE HERE!
SAM: SHE, FREDDIE. I'M A SHE, AS IN GIRL.
FREDDIE: BARELY.
SAM: OOOHHH!
FREDDIE: YOU JUST KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY AV
Clap your feet to the beat
Understand what you need
is a chance to stand for what you believe
Put your hands in the air
Lemmy hear your rebellious cry
the Bible tells me so (and I believe it in my soul)
[Hook]
Now clap your hands with me (uh huh, uh huh)
And stomp your feet with me (come on, come on)
the air let's get them fists pumping
Move it like your brain don't function
Stupid
Syllables
Moron
Something
I wanna see the whole place jumping
Hands in
come out
Motherfuck you and fuck your mans
If I don't clap you in the dome
I'm a leave clips in your diaphragm
I'm the hood prophet
Puff purple instead
day and night
You gotta wake up
The night is not over now
Clap your hands
To the rhythm of this song
I've had a lot
But I'm up for some more
night, got nowhere to be
I'm pretty fine just walkin' with you
Hold your hand while you whistle that tune
Tell you what, if you like my strut
I'll
I wanna see u
In that pink thong
Claps yo hands together
I'm not tryna sing alone
Take ya ear plugs out
You told me to make this song
By the end
American breed
Gutter raised with worldwide dreams, yeah
Put your hands to the sky
I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hair pin trigger now
Yeah I'm
American breed
Gutter raised with worldwide dreams, yeah
Put your hands to the sky
I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hair pin trigger now
Yeah I'm
bitches make the ass clap
And shout outs to the birthday girl in red top
See problem no dey finish like the sun up
Put your hands up
My baby what's good
I
Number two's yadah (yadah), that means to lift your hands (lift your hands)
In response to what the Lord has done through the land
An outward sign
the coke was uncrushable
Guns is fingerprint-proof, we "Ryde or Die"
You drivin by, we clap at your ride, good-bye
[Chorus]
the man in command, so we ain't buddies, lil bitch, I ain't shaking your hand
I got a (What else he got, I got that POW)
I got a (Yeah) stick
I got a stick
gonna do this of
Course for Bill Withers´´
Can ya'll clap your hands a little bit
Clapped his hands and he's dancing
Neil Bogart, damn
Hey, a little red
What makes you think he can take the enlightened one
Had to slow my raps down so you could catch the pun
Fuck ghosts all my shit is hand spun
Ah shit
while you sing with no socks
Lampshades, carpets, the stage black
You make the room’s hands laugh as they clap
You make my mouth water with support acts
the ghetto
I can see it in your eyes lil nigga you ain't a part
Of shake a niggas hand, shake a nigga hard
I keep the underground in shape and never be soft
birthday)
Put them hands up put em in the sky work it (work it yeah)
No hands clap that
No hands clap it
Back up back it
She's the full package
Delusional
now, something wrong witcha
But Funknoshus is here to make sure ya party
So lets get on up, clap your hands, clap your hands, stomp your feet
Come on,
of my age
They will clap, clap, splatter your waves (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Niggas ain't fuckin' with none of the shit I scribble
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Sliding through your city, whatchu on bae?
Been a long day
Run it up, I'm tryna put yo on, bae
Pull up
Want no money, you don't want no bread, oh
- Yeah.
- Come on, everybody, clap your hands.
Well, we had a lot of luck on Venus
We always had a ball
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