Lyrics:
here and lost in space
we got to leave our homebase now
so just look at you face to face
please clap your hands and stomp your feet
we are losing our
[Kool Moe Dee] Ha ha, now just, shake your booty
[LA Sunshine] Then you got to move your hips
[Special K] C'mon throw your hands in the air
[all three]
your hands up, like nigga, what? (Say what?)
Ya'll don't really really want that (say what?)
And for whatever muthafucka, don't like it (say what?)
to the side
Clap your hand once and clap your hands twice
And if it looks like this then you're doing it right
A little bit of Monica in my life
A little
Vicodin
For this poison like a python I finna strike with venom
You and your patrons would never last a minute
By myself, boy, the man done did it
If me you
Everybody but me's got it wrong
I've got big old hands and what comes along
So you should clap yours fast to the rhythm as I sing
You will not be
Everybody but me's got it wrong
I've got big old hands and what comes along
So you should clap yours fast to the rhythm as I sing
You will not be
slug, back out (what what)
Look out the way, 'fore your whole hood shot up (yeah)
[Chorus - Black Child - 2X - w/ ad libs]
The Inc. is back, the Inc.
the
Lifespan of a box playing public enemy in Sal's famous
Feel dystopia vs. Elysium, time ticks and the hand keeps feeding them
A billion try to bark
he said he into fighting
He pull up with them hands this gun gone clap him like some lighting
Aye
Hold up bitch I'm finna go in
No I'm not Dre (DreTL)
night
Yeah ruin your life
Hook:
(Sausa)
Gas in my tank yeah I’m putting on mileage
Dick in her guts you can tell by the eyelids
Super fly hoodie and my
Massage Parlor Pt. 2
Hello
Yes
Hello.
Hello, I'm a massage therapist, my name is Will. Nice to meet you.
Hello, William, is this you? Can you
be matching my kicks
my jump off might hit my dance on that bitch
yeah we outside and we thick.
We just might smoke down your block.
We might bust
And I'll give you some more stupid sayings to put in your keychains
(chorus with variations 2x)
[drums cut]
I've grown to love stability, [uh huh] been
the ground like farming season
They get seeded, no longer needed
Real what we did, never cheated
Humble as a mumble, no beef like vegans
Yellow Topsheet, Pt. 2
to the side
Clap your hand once and clap your hands twice
And if it looks like this then you're doing it right
A little bit of Monica in my life
A little
Come on and lay your troubles down
Just clap your hands for a while
Come let me see you smile
Clap clap your hands for me
It's just a party in here
Coz
is dime a dozen Like your cars and train times This is the shit I'm not the ordinary prick I holla it, step back Jack Or collide with two fist Blam!
I can show you a hundred ways to make a band
I don't cheat but I do you just won't understand
Fell asleep with two bitches they came out they pants
Fuck The Industry Pt 2
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Pound Town
Sexyy Red Tay Keith
Malaika
Helmut Lotti
Yo it's the Foreigner, that's never boring ya
of the rap, makes your hands clap
Take care of myself because the lines are strapped
Day mean business, no time for play
If you bite a line, we'll roll
[Verse 2]
This young blood here came up hustlin
Livin corrupted, lickin shots and fuckin
You live to love it, once you're Armor All-in
Your low pros
thugged out, thugged out
If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands
If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands
If you're thuggin and you
I just wanna glorify Him
Clap your hands
(Tag)
Oh you saints better clap; Oh you saints better clap your hands (rep 2x)
BG: He’s A Healer,
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