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Busta Rhymes( Trevor George Smith Jr. )
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Just Make It Clap
Lyricist:William Lewis, Trevor Smith, Ricardo Thomas
Just make it clap, just make it clap Aiyyo we 'bout to take everybody from every street And throw a party in the Grand Canyon, come on Ah ha, yeah yeah, uh ah uh, yeah yeah, ah, ah, ah Flip mode baby, yeah, check it out
Hey, hey ain't no fakin' the fluid Water drippin' off asses of women that's shakin' it to it While I'm takin' you through it, no mistakin' my crew is Flip mode baby, got you actin' all stupid
Now I'm back in the cupid, just to tell you the truth is Them niggas that be havin' you blacken and ready to lose it Pushin' lambos and Harley rockin' Roberto Cavalli
Now I got a new hobby diamonds and tattoos and bodies Watch me crash through the party, go 'head and spaz girl Tattoo in the name of my click across yo' ass girl We 'bout to blast girl, from here to Albuquerque
Like Jamaican niggas rockin' big chains in socker jerseys Take you on hotter journeys, the way we put it down And be hittin' be havin' you shittin' more than a box of Hershey's We come to control it we come to command it And just for the record we always come to set a new standard Act like you know
In case you ain't know and in case you ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give me the word This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin' them birds To all my shorties wigglin' they shakin' they curves Just make it clap, just make it clap, just make it clap Just make it clap
See you a hot little mama it's only right that I holla Love your face love your smile love that ass in a Prada Make it, bounce up and down like the six four impala Turn around wiggle it like you shakin it for dollars
Girl your skin tone pretty and you love top wear Vicky Sport Gucci and Gabbana when you love the world is sticky Got a, crib in the city with a cherry eight fifty We could cruise down the avenue and shop till you dizzy
Throw some karats in your pinky have your neck and wrist blingy I could bless you with it all boo but never say gimme Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all models Vroom vroom on the Cali sport instead of Gucci goggles
I'm a fly little nigga boo enough for you to dig it boo Hit me up later we can go somewhere and kick it boo The name is Spliff baby I'll make you man hate me 'Cause my shits steak and gravy plus my pipe gettin' crazy baby
In case you ain't know and in case you ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give me the word This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin' them birds To all my shorties wigglin' they shakin' they curves Just make it clap, just make it clap, just make it clap Just make it clap
I say come on if your ready, we wylin' all night We make you feel good, make you feel right See they drunk off of the henny, niggas wanna fight Shit these bitches be wearin be fittin' real tight
Niggas up in the club, niggas outside Bag a couple bitches, bring 'em in inmtside Shorty dodgin' and dippin', shorty tryin' to hide Busy dodgin' a nigga because she wanna ride, come on if ya
All ready we come to muscle y'all women Come on, rastle and try to hastle and hustle y'all women Come on, you you you you see how we bubble y'all women Come on, dibble and dabble how we be lovin y'all women Come on
Let's get it on and let me hit it with my fitted on Never mind a slow jam pump one of Biggie's songs Strip, yell or purr her off show me that butter soft Open wide ma swallow when I let it off, yo
In case you ain't know and in case you ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give me the word This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin' them birds To all my shorties wigglin' they shakin' they curves Just make it clap, just make it clap, just make it clap Just make it clap
Just make it clap, just make it clap Just make it clap, just make it clap
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