you cook for me Promise I won't hit you, you don't have to be shook of me Washing my boxers, shirts folded nice and creased Plus when we argue, she will never pull a beast Clap
my water technique is hard to think That the earth can absorb water, hai! Hai! What the fuck I got the moonshine, word to God, let's get it on Clap
attracted to money She chasing a benjy, saw that on the femy? I'm just lowering my glock, hoping that it defend me When them haters try to kill me I'm clapping
a look at my life, and you can see that I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
'bout this here, we keep the streets on lock yo I heard that you was lookin' for me, well here I go Posted up on the block with a block of that snow
fan but don't expand And try to get my dick in your hand You better run to the minute man Pale as snow, so act like y'know 'Cause if I slap it, flip
it with timber, that's wood grain What you ain't know, this a hood thang All my thugs let ya wood swang Bitches make ya ass clap I'm takin' all y'all
me crack open my high life real quick product placement lets take it to the top now to the top now baby I'mma take my time through rain sleet snow
for? Ow Why are we here? Why are we here? Why are we here? Do you know what I mean? Do you know what I mean? Clap your hands, clap your feet
go What clubs they hang at? Behold a lady I see you standin' on the wall Clap, clap you deserve it all Clap, clap you deserve it all Candy-coated unicorns
my lap For bruises, asses, hand claps I will never disappear Forever, I'll be here Whispering Morning, keep the streets empty for me I learned to not eat the snow
I was walking through the snow When I saw a distant glow Of a farmhouse nestled Down beneath the trees With a guitar on my back I thought it sure can'
rock, therefore I am I don't need you to tell me, I'm in the band I rock, therefore I am Right or wrong I sing my song the best I can Clap your hands
for the money, two for the show Now clap your hands if you got a bank roll Like some clap on lights in this bitch I?ma be clapping all night in this
go one for the money, two for the show Now clap your hands if you got a bank roll Like some clap on lights in this bitch I be clapping all night in this
nothin in commin, The nasty been with gasoline cans (? ? ), We never bow down to be a flashin a pig (? ? ), No one must, fuck this statue dawg, Nothin to do with hands when I clap