Lyrics:
Where my clappers that stomp? Now rock with it
Bounce, biggity bounce, biggity-biggity bounce, bounce
Where my clappers that stomp? Now rock with it
Yeah
Aye hold up yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Booty clappers Booty clappers
Booty clappers
I need some booty clappers
Them clappers them clappers Bring
of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original
of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original
of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original
got them Clappers
She got them Clappers
She grab her ankle
From the front and
Dribble Back Back Back
She got Dem
Clap clap clap clap
Clap clap clap
not sexy being high on life
Oh, that kind of high was never in style
Happy clapper
Happy clapper
Who's this man taking pictures of rocks
When
Shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah
Woo, uh (work, work)
Clappers to the front, front, front, front (okay, okay)
Clappers to the front, front, front,
Where should know but hand clapper oh lord!
Chewing on down just saw me yelled down
Oh lord!
Chew myself up now I'm a hand clapper
Oh lord!
Blowing
Im not a capper im an originoo gunn
clapper
I'm not a rapper im an originoo gunn clapper
I'm not a trapper im an originoo gunn clapper
I'm not
me to shoot my shot
So now I’m gonna aim
Man say I copy my music like I ain’t a solo rapper
Talk bare shit bout my tracks but your hands go clapper
She a booty clapper she loving the swagger
And i gotta smasher hit her with the dagger
And i get her and i bag her and i hit her with the dagger
Baby I got me a clapper
Niggas get splatterd if they come Around with there passa
Shawty a beauty she said she wanna Roll with a gangster
Counting my
Living in a era where everybody's a rapper
Everybody's a trapper everybody's a clapper
Im telling everybody fuck everybody
Im telling everybody fuck
Whole lotta clappers
Whole lotta clapping
She make that booty jiggle
Just like magic
Girl make that back break
Make them thighs shake
That junk all in yo
Skrtin in my trapper (Skrrrrrrtttt)
Slidin down on cappers (Skrrrt)
I don't mean applause but I swear I keep the clappers (Bow bow)
She say she actin
a little apprehensive
He was just a boy from a local comprehensive
But he'd heard that
Posh girls have good manners, but they go like the clappers
Mind is boggled, so technological I passed the clapper
Turn around and you might just see she got some massive factors
Bend it backward like baby girl I
(Ooo)
Small bootys matter
Shake them little clappers
Small bootys matter
Shake them little clappers (Yeah you know)
Small booty matters
Shake them little
early.
Seven more as a clapper to ring in the bell,
Seven to run from the apes of hell,
Seven to run from the apes of hell,
As the sun shines down so
Tasmanian devil level spaza
囁く話す no loud chatter
Back away before u get a dagger
六本木 新宿 big ting trapper
You a fan manz is a bitch boi clapper
I'm a real one
already mad
I sit back and laugh, smash the gas
With my petty ass
She gon' throw them clappers
For them trappers throwing heavy cash
Gotta keep a clapper
Slaps Slaps
I make it clap
Nah that's Sean Paul (Oh my god)
I make it slap
Slaps
Oh shit47
Aye
YeahYeah
I got slappers
She got clappers
That's
Nigga, come to me
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
In the city of Saints, stunners and gun clappers
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
Still at it, Jet
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