Clappers
Hit-Boy on the beat, HS87 the plug
You know MMG in the street so them real niggas showin love
We ain't throwin up no ones
Like we movin in, we came with bags
Folarin said no hands, let me see you clap!
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Shawty got a big ol' butt
Oh Yeah!
Real niggas gon clap, I'm still holdin on my strap
Real hoes act right and all these fake hoes get left
All I want is that check, smell this Bel Air on my breath
Rich forever my set, that mean I can't sleep with no debt
Wale my nigga, workin tight on all that we rep
Walkin round my new estate like I'm the king of Zair
Mastermind right here, I got 30 rounds right here
Know I burn it down right here
Niggas be certified round here
Kilo 35 round here, nigga gon tear him down right here
Half a mill in one night, I'm the king of the diamonds right here
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Shawty got a big ol' butt
Oh Yeah!
I said clap clap clap it to the front, girl is yo back stroking?
Clap clap, I think I'm bout to front you on the back of something
Clap clap clap, matter fact, most times I be the cause of that
Show me where yo baddest bitch, I'll show where you lost her at
2 Rolex like 40 stacks
May just go and floss it back
I just lost 2 rendez-vous
My broad said she could take awful much
I've been where sheik be
But junior, that's happened on it
Fly be where sheik bees
Shout out to Chase and Zackie
There go jazzy spinners, supper clubbin 87
Animals be cross-breeding, now they see my minkle dragon
I got it bros and I think ya'll need some grownup dodgers
I'm thinking my jewel investors, you thinking them Jordan gamas
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Shawty got a big ol' butt
Oh Yeah!
Look, I like a real fat bubble butt
Gucci bag, Louis trap
King of diamonds, DOA
I'm on this stack and throwin knots
Show me tips, I'll show you stacks
Throw it back, I'll throw you racks
Gucci bring her on the back
Gold Rolex, that 40 stacks
Bring one back to DC '03, east street where the border at
My new bitch had to bring a new bitch cus fuck a one bitch, I'm bored of that
Bel Air Rose, Ciroc no chase, little bit of OJ order that
Clappers where my tour was at, I think we need some more of that
Made her twerk or place a work
Couldn't you wait? Ya'll here to fuck
TIV, I did it first, vice m D, make em hurt
Shawty got a big ol butt, that's what's up
I wanna touch but for how much? I got enough
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Shawty got a big ol' butt
Oh Yeah!
Big fat bitch
You wanna drop it, shake yo big butt bitch
Back it up, back it up, back it up
Is that for me?
Want it big, I just really want this really see?
Don't let that go, let let let me do it
Do what ya'll doin but we do it
Do what ya'll doin but we do it
I'll let ya do it
Clap it clap it clap it clap it let's grab it
I want you to do it
Ricky want you to do it
They want you to do it
Cus I don't want you to do it
Ricky want you to do it
I see you want to do it
Richie want you to do it
I'll just scream please
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Shawty got a big ol' butt
Oh Yeah!
You know MMG in the street so them real niggas showin love
We ain't throwin up no ones
Like we movin in, we came with bags
Folarin said no hands, let me see you clap!
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Shawty got a big ol' butt
Oh Yeah!
Real niggas gon clap, I'm still holdin on my strap
Real hoes act right and all these fake hoes get left
All I want is that check, smell this Bel Air on my breath
Rich forever my set, that mean I can't sleep with no debt
Wale my nigga, workin tight on all that we rep
Walkin round my new estate like I'm the king of Zair
Mastermind right here, I got 30 rounds right here
Know I burn it down right here
Niggas be certified round here
Kilo 35 round here, nigga gon tear him down right here
Half a mill in one night, I'm the king of the diamonds right here
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Shawty got a big ol' butt
Oh Yeah!
I said clap clap clap it to the front, girl is yo back stroking?
Clap clap, I think I'm bout to front you on the back of something
Clap clap clap, matter fact, most times I be the cause of that
Show me where yo baddest bitch, I'll show where you lost her at
2 Rolex like 40 stacks
May just go and floss it back
I just lost 2 rendez-vous
My broad said she could take awful much
I've been where sheik be
But junior, that's happened on it
Fly be where sheik bees
Shout out to Chase and Zackie
There go jazzy spinners, supper clubbin 87
Animals be cross-breeding, now they see my minkle dragon
I got it bros and I think ya'll need some grownup dodgers
I'm thinking my jewel investors, you thinking them Jordan gamas
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Shawty got a big ol' butt
Oh Yeah!
Look, I like a real fat bubble butt
Gucci bag, Louis trap
King of diamonds, DOA
I'm on this stack and throwin knots
Show me tips, I'll show you stacks
Throw it back, I'll throw you racks
Gucci bring her on the back
Gold Rolex, that 40 stacks
Bring one back to DC '03, east street where the border at
My new bitch had to bring a new bitch cus fuck a one bitch, I'm bored of that
Bel Air Rose, Ciroc no chase, little bit of OJ order that
Clappers where my tour was at, I think we need some more of that
Made her twerk or place a work
Couldn't you wait? Ya'll here to fuck
TIV, I did it first, vice m D, make em hurt
Shawty got a big ol butt, that's what's up
I wanna touch but for how much? I got enough
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Shawty got a big ol' butt
Oh Yeah!
Big fat bitch
You wanna drop it, shake yo big butt bitch
Back it up, back it up, back it up
Is that for me?
Want it big, I just really want this really see?
Don't let that go, let let let me do it
Do what ya'll doin but we do it
Do what ya'll doin but we do it
I'll let ya do it
Clap it clap it clap it clap it let's grab it
I want you to do it
Ricky want you to do it
They want you to do it
Cus I don't want you to do it
Ricky want you to do it
I see you want to do it
Richie want you to do it
I'll just scream please
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Shawty got a big ol' butt
Oh Yeah!
Credits
Writer(s): Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Mark Elmer Stevens, Kevin Bion Spencer, Onika Tanya Maraj, Michael A. Henry, Marcus Miller, Jordan Michael Houston
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