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twisted black - clap ya hands lyrics

[verse 1: yung redd]
yeah, yeah, just when you thought that i gave up
i came back with my weight up, your boy had to save up
these n+ggas still got they hate up
i’m jumpin’ out somethin’ brand new, watch the doors raise up
my roots is nappy, i tell a b+tch, “ah naw”
’cause yung redd ride sw+ngas on a boss hogg
i’m livin’ proof of what the hustle can do
and if work for me then it might work for you
and they try to figure me out, but you don’t have a clue
just follow my lead, y’all do as i do
when i was broke, i still stunted mo’ than yo’ growth
i blow indo, my whole life went up in smoke, but
y’all don’t know the trouble i been in
my wheels keep spinnin’, on the bubble i been’s in
it won’t stop until my casket drops
until a n+gga voice give out, that’s all it’s about, what?

[chorus: will guice]
time to go
when it’s time to go
when god calls me on home, mmm
i’ll take my bow and be gone
clap ya hands, clap ya hands for a hustla
clap ya hands, clap ya hands for a hustla
[verse 2: lil’ ron]
my life is like a soap opera, it’s full of drama
mama say n+ggas be hatin’ ’cause i’m pushin’ a hummer
and i wonder, why these hoes love me so much
they like the way i profile on them dubs in my truck, hey
i’m too much, you could look but don’t touch
cross me if you want, you’ll get a headrush
i’m the top prospect, my deal more than a+rod
the wheel gone be grilled but them hoes stay fraud
say boy, lil’ ron, i don’t play
my sh+t is pure right, yours look like barkay
forty grand a day, hey, i must be a hustla
six bricks, dog+proof, stashed in my m+ffler
bad motherf+cker, but a small dude
i’ll break ya neck like that n+gga “ravishing” rick rude
and i won’t complain, when the lord calls me home
i’ll take my bow and then be gone

[chorus: will guice]
time to go
when it’s time to go
when god calls me on home, mmm
i’ll take my bow and be gone
clap ya hands, clap ya hands for a hustla
clap ya hands, clap ya hands for a hustla
[verse 3: twisted black]
now i’m a two+time loser, done seen the pen twice
thrice is a no go, i’m still sellin’ snow dough
i got me two birds that my partner pushed to me
since i been paroled, that n+gga, j, been good to me
now i tend to brag a lot so n+ggas label me a showboat
i tell ’em, “stick and stones’ll break a bone but this ain’t yo’ dope
to tell me nothin’ fly, you ain’t gave me one gram”
so what a sucker say, i ain’ts to give one d+mn
now keep in mind, that i’m just 145
5’8″, physically i’m lightweight
but check the streets, they’ll say that i’m heavy and thorough
run the gangsta, checkin’ partner, pull up every bureau
i helds my own, holds my own, holds my chrome
plus it’s clone for when it’s on
now when i’m gone, make sure they sketch in my stone
“twisted black, hustle hard in the paint ’til he was gone”

- twisted black lyrics

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