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lil house phone - clapper lyrics

[chorus: lil house phone]
i just been tryin’ to see if you can clap that sh-t
i know that sh-t is fat, but can you bounce that sh-t
and i take her to the back, bust it down real quick
and she pullin’ on my pants tryin’ grab that d-ck
i just been tryin’ to see if you can clap that sh-t
i know that sh-t is fat, but can you bounce that sh-t
and i take her to the back, bust it down real quick
and she pullin’ on my pants tryin’ grab that d-ck

[verse 1: lil house phone]
ay b-tch i’m off the wall like a mof-ckin’ plasma
bbq face but i’m tryin’ see that -ss
b-tches really slow, like a mother f-ckin’ dancer
all you n-ggas slow, tell these n-gggas they should catch up
baby shakin’ slow, baby shake it faster
first floor down, cause she know i got that asthma
young pretty n-gga and i look just like your grandson
i f-cked a milf b-tch, now i got a step son
n-ggas say they move the world but all that sh-t is stepped on
n-gga hired shooters, so you better keep that vest on
aim it at his head, so that n-gga need a teflon
we gone drop a n-gga if i feel i’m being pressed on

[refrain: lil house phone]
walk around the club with the bank lowkey
but i don’t want the p-ssy, if it stank lowkey
i feel baby seal, i got the thang on me
i leave him laying flat like a plank lowkey
walk around the club with the bank lowkey
but i don’t want the p-ssy, if it stank lowkey
i feel baby seal, i got the thang on me
i leave him laying flat like a plank lowkey

[verse 2: bb sun]
make that -ss clap like a throwaway
make that -ss clap like a throwaway
pistol in the cut is a stowaway
need a first [?] then i go away
need a move around bro, yeah jog in place
pistol on my waist, lookin’ like i finna rob the bank
me and couchi stain hoe, [?] baby not today
f-ck out my face, i be doing it from the happy place
its a real happy face yeah i’m here for it
head on me just in case, n-gga think i’m clairvoyant
toss some pills, pill weak got me paranaughty
aim it, got the beam on it miss it like a hair appointment
rare i don’t care, clappin’ like a snare
baby girl wanna do me like a dare b-tch, i’m over here
rubber tried to sayin’ it like i’m square but he look scared
pink ring glare, twin thing shout out to the parents
young to the f-ck keep it right there
thats that sh-t right there, that’s that ric flair
[?]
how i ended up in her booty for like nine years

- lil house phone lyrics

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