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queezy_the_gangster – she make it clap – remix lyrics

[intro: soulja boy]
draco
soulja

[chorus: soulja boy]
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it clap, clap, clap (fantom)
she make it (uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it clap, clap, clap (she make it)
[verse 1: soulja boy]
ooh, uh, she make it clap
riding ’round town with the strap in my lap
ooh, yeah, she make it clap
i’m trying to grab it then hit from the back
told her, “drop it down”, ’cause i like that
after i hit then i’ll bе right back
i walk in the club and whip out the racks
i’m blowin’ on gas, she doin’ hеr dance
she makin’ it clap, i might have the heart attack
i walk in the club and i’m makin’ it rain with them stacks
she drop it to the ground, she know that it fat
i run through that sack when i thumb through them racks
i whip up that dough, boy, i’m fresh out the trap, clap, clap
she make it clap, clap, clap
i hit from the back
walk in the club and i thumb through them racks (ugh)

[chorus: soulja boy]
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it (ugh)
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it (uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it clap, clap, clap
she make it (uh)
[verse 2: french montana & soulja boy]
that ain’t my girl, i told you (nah)
i just hit her first like soulja (soulja)
them new york n+ggas be wildin’ (yeah)
stars in the roof, star island (skrrt)
made it clap like a round of applause
and the water blue seats with the b+tterfly doors
you can give me those m’s, you can keep your awards (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
n+ggas be broke, they be lyin’ on the forbes (broke)
lost a bag on kyrie (lost)
got it back like travis did kylie (uh)
she made it clap for the ah+ah (ah+ah)
shorty did the split like la la (yeah, like la la)
did the split like kim k (woo)
got ’em for the half like mj (yeah, yeah)
ap ain’t hittin’ in the light (bling)
his jewels fake like the mayweather fight (uh)
montana been spittin’ that ether
before rakim was kickin’ that speaker (yeah)
keep a hundred, i’m ballin’ (keep a hundred, i’m ballin’)
but i ain’t payin’ a hundred like harden (woo)
make it clap like chloe
not my ex khloe, that chloe with beyoncé
met her at liv on sunday (sunday)
had her trending by monday (monday)
[verse 3: nicki minaj]
it’s over for you, n+gga, take a bow, wow
big draco hit’ em with the .40 cal’
why n+gga tryna take big draco style?
give a n+gga inch, now they wanna take a mile
queen talk fact, where the printer and the file?
b+tches is my sons, that’s why i be like, “chile”
chile, chile, chile, chile, ch+i+i+i+chile
big draco really fly, he know how to keep his balance
we was on a jet, not the bow wow challenge
challenge, challenge, challenge, challenge
we was on a jet, not the bow wow challenge

[verse 4: tory lanez]
yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (fantom)
smokin’ on packs, preferably black leprachaun
all of these hoes, they on my arm
all of these b+tches, they know i’m a don
stuntin’ on the b+tches come back to the 6s
i spit 3s like i’m playin’ with the 6s
bad b+tch like she playin’ with the mixes
bad b+tches keep playin’ with my jig, uh
bad b+tch wanna get on my insta
i told the b+tch to keep chillin’ and be quiet
i got bad b+tches tryna get by
don’t chill for a n+gga get violent
i got bad b+tches and they comin’ wildin’
ayy, i see a motherf+cker smilin’
20,000 bad b+tches on an island
20,000 bad b+tches goin’ private, emm
she make it clap, i got the strap
21 gats, feel like i’m savage
21 b+tches and none of them average
i’m gon’ f+ck me tonight me a bad b+tch
i don’t give a f+ck about n+ggas
i don’t give a f+ck about hoes
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout your bros
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout your toes
your hoes, your manicure, pedicure, toes (fantom)
i’m comin’ on the block with the rocks
20 inch glocks in my socks
n+ggas keep blowin’ that crazy ass sh+t
if i go to jail i’ma keep it locked in the sock
i got that from ken, all of my hoes, they spend
on me all at the mall, i’m bendin’ benzes
20 inches rims on my enzos
b+tches is coming to the mall and they goin’ in frenzies
lookin’ at tory, look at my story
all of these b+tches they look at me growin’ up fast like a n+gga was 40
i don’t even know what i’m sayin’ but tonight i’m ’bout to take y’all b+tches and have me an orgy

[verse 5: queezy_the_gangster]
she make it clap in my lap that’s my lil hoe
all i gotta do is ask, and she go below
suck my d+ck while i nap, finger her cameltoe
screaming when we f+ck she’s not silent
murder the p+ssy, our bedroom get violent
she make it clap
bl+wj+b while i rap
she fell for me, my heart is a trap
i need a map
lost in her eyes imma go take a nap
i got the strap
totin’ on gats
she wanna go for a ride, bouncin’ in my lap
baby sendin’ me nudes on insta
so h+rny she want me to fist her
just kidding i f+ck and i kiss her
she love it, she said she’d suck me if she was my sister
hit it on christmas, f+ckin’ cold in the winter
smokin’ on weed with no filter
i want her to scream, don’t want her to whisper
p+ssy so good had me making me miss her

[outro: queezy_the_gangster]
i think that’s good
queezy out

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