Lyrics:
And by the way, do you still got that school girl skirt?
Like the cops imma watch her watch me
Shot with a chaser like the paparazzi
Its crazy she still
shirt
I got my eyes closed you could do your dirt
And by the way, do you still got that school girl skirt?
Like the cops imma watch her watch me
Shot with
your hands clap your hands clap em
Its been determined we have overcome by the blood of the one of lamb that he saves and he never back we know in 3
In the world of giants
The grasses suffer
When the giants fight
Politicking international
The world of ism schism
Asia America Europe
Are the major
should
We could play some blackjack and smile all the way, and
By the end we clap clap and say we ok, but
We can make it fun and replay that round
I wanna
a custerma
I get you some cooka
Yeah, crack is a chemist
I pack an eleven
I mack in a seven
I'll clap at your reverend
I see you in NY
I'll send you an invite
and bet it's pure by dose
I disappear from the most but it's clear that she dope yeah
Shit just getting better and better I'm living fuck it
Baby it's
El- Sha-ddai
Jehovah Rapha
Jireh
I go jump jump jump
I go clap clap clap
I go make a joyful shout
My worship will always last
I go jump jump jump
I go
I WANT YA HAND’S UP HIGH STEP BACK CLAP ONE TIME
HAND’S UP HIGH STEP BACK CLAP TWO TIMES
TURN TO YA LEFT THEN BREAK IT DOWN FOR ME NOW
TURN TO YA
Classy bitch in ghetto, I get even if it's sumn been, taken
Ayy, clap, clap for this money, ayy
Clap, clap for this money
Fuck, I look like tellin' you
still surprised by the latest deception and all the lies
They sit at home thinking 2 + 2 is five, do what you're told and just be glad that you're alive
From the streets of miami,
To presenting at the Grammys
Con el muslito de Jennifer,
Maybe now you understand me
Clap your hands, go clap your
don’t care
Baby by the way
(Because I’m happy)
Clap along if you feel like
A roam without a roof (Because I’m happy)
Clap along if you feel like
GOT THE POWER CALL US BY OUR NAMES UR A GOD THIS WORLD IS OURS SO CLAP CLAP CLAP GO HEAD WITCHO BAD AZZ BELIEVE IN YOURSELF FLY HIGH 1ST CLASS
SO GO
bars of death, yeah
[Chorus]
[ad libbed outro by Asia's hype man]
Do away with the judge and the mug shots
Like we do away with the day when the sun drops
Clap your hands if you're tired of hearing gunshots
Or hear
the perches for the peace
Lots of water for free off deep in the ocean
Imma goner you had me by your preconceived notions
Now I’m falling
Ya I’m falling
For
on getting my weight up
Clap for the money
Cause greenery all Im seeing
Clap for the money
50s/100s I'm Exceeding
Clap for the money
This is the way ima be
Got the perches for the peace
Lots of water for free off deep in the ocean
Imma goner you had me by your preconceived notions
Now I'm falling
Ya
From the streets of miami,
To presenting at the Grammys
Con el muslito de Jennifer,
Maybe now you understand me
Clap your hands, go clap your
From the streets of miami
To presenting at the Grammys
Con el muslito de Jennifer
Maybe now you understand me
Clap your hands, go clap your
sexy and you know it say oh yeah
If you're sexy and you know it clap your hands
If you're sexy and you know it clap your hands
If you're sexy
I ain't trying to do tax evasions
Know a bad b and her Mom's from Asia
I guess that makes her a blaian
10/10 rice with the food she's making
Only
He was branded as a wasted youth/
Sent to the slaughter by a wolf in the skin of a mother
Shedding crocodile tears who fears the truth,
Like a light
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