Lyrics:
clap, clap, low, then bring it back
Now take your clothes off
Why? Cause I said so
Shh, quite, give that culo some besos
Everybody put your hands up
the blame for my entourage, just stop droppin' names
And you gon' stop getting dropped and mollywopped by the gang
Do your thang, just keep me out of it
My
girl
Then take, her home
Your girls, a fan
Cus I'm bout, these bands
She make, it clap
Don't use, no hands
Don't throw, no racks
She still gon dance
You
pusher
You a busta, 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
blew up when the women rush your stands
Try to touch your hands like some screamin' Usher fans (ah)
This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph
Shh
4 3 2 1
What we fighting?
4 3 2 1
I don't know what
4 3 2 1
What we fighting?
4 3 2 1
I don't know what for
Clap your hands, everybody
gon buss it wide open
I'm going raw, no Trojan
Clap
Clap
Clap
My shawty know that she got her some fans
She love making it clap with no hands
She love
or brother that suffer to mutter for bread or for butter
No stutter from you, your thumb is like glue to the screen
As you Lean to an angle React
clap it up
Yeah i spit for the truth so hold your applause fam
Fortune and fame and why I follow God man
And honestly I don't know if I got fans
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
blew up when the women rush your stands
Try to touch your hands like some screamin' Usher fans (ah)
This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph
body.
Clap your hands.
Orange skies,
Red dye.
Look how we fly,
Side by side,
Into the night.
Heart's desire,
Now light that fire.
Clap your hands,
Move
wanna shake your hand bro
Once you too hot
They go'n act like they a fan yo
The money up for grabs
Teach u how to chase a bag
But u got to pull some
maintain cool
Cause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world
Cause the pound clap well, like fan mail
Choose to ignore me, the warning
of thoughts
Democratic gats
Saved by the judge
The flavor, that was brought about that day
Steaks come out, raw
Say oh! Clap your hands
Let's start
, but I can throw a football
Baby hands, call me mister steal your lady
Now I'm holding your baby
Now make it clap, yall
make it clap, make it clap, make
clap on 'em
Shake, shake and I might throw the racks on 'em (throw the racks on 'em)
If a nigga out of state then she gon' trap for me, uh (trap, trap)
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
have tricked us again
Clap, clap for the boys' club the hypocrites
Animals are more equal get used to it
Clap, clap for the zeroes till your hands
to pack onset respect
Your clap jets the first chap for my ending step
Yo just breach your main track mack, slap by slap
Can I rap till I cat by standing
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
out
Help me out, to my peeps in Queens, clap your hands
To my peeps in Brooklyn, clap your hands
To my people in the Bronx, clap your hands
To my
us
Save your best niggas
Me, I'm just invincible plus
I get tough digit's
Used to smoke water and dust, hands clutched
Nigga 2-0-19 Range look like
If you sexy and you know it clap your hands
If you sexy and you know it clap your hands
If you sexy and you know it take your wait and break to show
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