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her but I'm not a pastor 
After I fuck go ghost like Casper 
Clapping her cheeks better call me a clapper 
I swear I'm not lying don't call me a capper

move smoother, check that map and do a manoeuvre 
Dsquared or the OVO's lookin like Vancouver 
Not no clapper or shooter if it's hands and miss 
Send man

motherfucking ladder

Spit words with a mouthful of Daggers then hit you with the motherfucking clappers 

You got shit fucked up and backwards i came from a long

bring you to the bay
Take out my dick I'm a packer
You lying you cap, you lying you trap 
But your bitches shake ass they got clappers 

I got the bit,

can't get anything right
No wonder why people call me a mumble rapper
No wonder why people call me a fuckin' clapper
I don't think you know what the shit

yo step
Nigga better watch yo step
I'm riding round on 10
Imma hop right outta the Benz
I need all the badder bitches
Hope you brought yo clappers with

and Rigs with no pigs
Sigs clips, glock the color of Taye Diggs
Yea
And as sure as that clapper's plastic
Is sure as you niggas flaccid,
You ass kid
You

Bang bang goes the gun clapper
He's a thug rapper
But his bullets mean nothing I run faster
Bang bang goes the judges gavel
As your life unravels
You

to the ounce and so damned delicious
Girl you got ass for days
Shawty got the clappers
And I can't wait to clap her
Like a Nîgga went to church on Sunday
If I

with the clappers
They my brothers from another know they'll bend over backwards
You gotta know you gotta know
Cut different high designer the fabric
Im

hop out with a mask and the gloves
Yea we keep them clappers with us
Ain't capping for nun
These niggas ain't worth my time
Now I know why the mad at us

Too many deep in a jeep
They can't hear me
Clappers gunna speak
If a creep getting near me
Keep a bad freak on a leash
Like she dear to me
Busta's

his cap like orange I peel it
Real clappers I got steppers
You cant knock me off my pivot
Loads on loads I gotta reload by the time I get it
Speak

matter
You lied to me, I see you a capper
I'm in the real hood with some trappers
I'm in the real hood with some clappers
Many rings on my hand like Saturn

that
Momma ain't no going back
A young nigga indited in the trap
These niggas hustling backwards
Me and jay the real deal clappers
Niggas ain't gang

Giddy up giddy up bang bang bang
1st off I'm just that illy clapper that illy trapper that illy rapper that flow
Better than any clapper than any trapper

Showing love to all this strippers in the club we call em clappers (Huh)

Shout out women who are truly independent 
The men who steady grindin stacking

backwards
In da booty club with the clappers
And my young niggas get active
Got shooters coming out da back of
Got da junky beating down da door
Bitch hoe

of Margiela that's all on my jean
Hit from the back I love how she cream

Yeah she got the clappers (clappers)
Diamonds they biting my neck just like a raptor

becomes malignant 
Indignant rappers that should’ve been dancer display their ignorance 
Gun clappers wanna rap… while rappers front like they’re gun

Bitch I’m in the trap 
With a big strap 
(strap)
No round of plause 
He’ll get clapped 
(clapper)
Pockets full of money 
And the hoes love it 
(love it)
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Like what u on what u on yea what u on boy what u on what u on let me know
Nigga beat my dm asking what I'm on might just send Dat 04 Clapper to come

buckin' on back
Everybody scatter in the violence of the matter they gon' gather for the factor I'm a Clapper and the master of these rappers fuck a packer

everywhere, we got choppas everywhere
Choppas everywhere, we got choppas everywhere
We got clappers, everywhere

Yeah, we got guns everywhere, don't come 'round