Clap

Duration

3:56

Genres

Bust It Like Busta

Description

Lyrics

Lyrics to the song “Clap” from the album Married By Point One Written By Justin D. Myers Jango and Datpiff.com -Verse 1- “I aint never seen a girl do the splits like that Full back- Arched ass And a face to match Shiny high heeled stiletto boots Maybe in a Gucci suit Ten toes Dime finger nails all cute She’s Looking pretty good When she Chase perfection And it makes life good To this beat she’s stepping Plus her breast shake when her feet move With her ass---bang—crash Lyke the clap Soundtrack To your life -------------------girl,,------- You a hustler and I like grinders bitch!!! I see money, So might I touch my pinch Points means cash And--- I -- Want-- every inch- no bull shit don’t- give me any lip------- whats ya name--- whats your number— whats your age--- whats your size, with dimentions— to your curves, on your frame----- pluss that thang that your wearing you can go and take it off im a playa when the southern half of California calls never gonna lie and couldn’t ever be a simp back to when shorty the pimp in this izzm’s how it is you can find me lyfe traveld most the road under token foggy ‘round here off the blunts that we smokin’ chillen wit’ gorillas and killas in black masks sawed off put the money in women and we grab ass up, face in the pillow Ankles to cuff fast All I see – Is— --- the money Plus skin tones to touch last, Baby girl in those high heeled ski we type boots Lets get loot Count cash But avoid that truth That--- Anything is everything And all I want is cooch Im a hustle music maker But that body feeds the mood Baby, Come here, Sit down’ Layback, and have a blast, rush-in -- roulette--- run-out, right here---- an-pass-that , shades of green through are fingertips the colors cant match but to try-in on our linen gripp-in sleeping on cash stay a player tell the ending this a case you cant ketch police----- F.B.I ---- And A-T-F---- They on our ass!!! Keep on slap-in down the highway Ninety five on P-C-H Burnin blunt, -after blunt Buying peach by the case That’s a nature of a nigga, stacking paper from the tree by the bundle— in the trunk- quarter keyca in the sheets sex-in be’s- hows ya booty, baby girl n come an get it im a- hustla tell the ending --- end eye----, --verse 2— I aint really mad at ‘cha for looking so good do me Ms.—wana sip ripple Fuck n bubble jet jacuzzys From a two piece Cut in half Let me see your cootys Im just tryen to get some pussy I aint wanten to feed a hussy Know-in me ill be your witness Cuffed and oiled perky nipplets Id say a couple names But youd probably ask forgiveness Im point one---bitch Thought you known If ya didn’t Half grown in my home We can bone Hears my phone number Take off ya top, ya blouse An lay down touch your heals to my chin pro-de-sead to dick out cock spit you drink your body my mouth all legs shaved Visions of sex in your house Get naked baby girl An show me How you work that shit I aint try-in play Just go an work an move your hips Im not try-in do none of this bull shit that these suckas did Im a fuck-in playa Bitch Sit down and ryde the stick Scream out------- I got ‘cha- Come on -do it dog—gy Try-in see the full effect Of your whole naked Bo-dy Yes you a ho---tty La-----to Da, Daw---De If you want to get down Grab a swipe and say par---ty Get down, Roll up, Come on and have a blast Rush-in, Rou-lette Bitch----- Come on and pass that Switch green through are fingertips The colors cant match But to try n on are linen Grip-in sleeping on cash Stay a player tell the ending This a case you cant ketch Police— F-B-I--- And A-T-F--- They on our ass Keep on slap-in down the high-way 95 on P-C-H Burn-in blunt after blunt Buyen peach by the case--------------“ [“500 hoes deep, , cali blue productions”] “Im a hustler tell the ending—end eye” -------End-------