Lyrics to the song “Clap” from the album Married By Point One Written By Justin D. Myers Jango and Datpiff.com
-Verse 1-
“I aint never seen a girl do the splits like that
Full back-
Arched ass
And a face to match
Shiny high heeled stiletto boots
Maybe in a Gucci suit
Ten toes
Dime finger nails all cute
She’s
Looking pretty good
When she
Chase perfection
And it makes life good
To this beat she’s stepping
Plus her breast shake when her feet move
With her ass---bang—crash
Lyke the clap
Soundtrack
To your life
-------------------girl,,-------
You a hustler
and I like grinders bitch!!!
I see money,
So might I touch my pinch
Points means cash
And---
I --
Want--
every inch-
no bull shit don’t-
give me
any lip-------
whats ya name---
whats your number—
whats your age---
whats your size, with dimentions—
to your curves, on your frame-----
pluss that thang that your wearing
you can go and take it off
im a playa when the southern half of California
never gonna lie
and couldn’t ever be a simp
back to when shorty the pimp
in this izzm’s how it is
you can find me
lyfe traveld most
the road under token
foggy ‘round here
off the
blunts that
we smokin’
chillen wit’ gorillas and killas in black masks
sawed off
put the money in women and we grab
ass up,
face in the pillow
Ankles to cuff fast
All I see –
Is—
--- the money
Plus skin tones to touch last,
Baby girl in those high heeled ski we type boots
Lets get loot
Count cash
But avoid that truth
That---
Anything is everything
And all I want is cooch
Im a hustle music maker
But that body feeds the mood
Baby,
Come here,
Sit down’
Layback,
and have a blast,
rush-in --
roulette---
run-out,
right here----
an-pass-that ,
shades of green through are fingertips
the colors cant match
but to try-in on our linen
gripp-in
sleeping on cash
stay a player
tell the ending
this a case you cant ketch
police-----
F.B.I ----
And A-T-F----
They on our ass!!!
Keep on slap-in down the highway
Ninety five on P-C-H
Burnin blunt, -after blunt
Buying peach by the case
That’s a nature of a nigga,
stacking paper from the tree
by the bundle—
in the trunk-
quarter keyca in the sheets
sex-in be’s-
hows ya booty,
baby girl n come an get it
im a- hustla tell the ending ---
end eye----,
--verse 2—
I aint really mad at ‘cha for looking so good do me
Ms.—wana sip ripple
Fuck n bubble jet jacuzzys
From a two piece
Cut in half
Let me see your cootys
Im just tryen to get some pussy
I aint wanten to feed a hussy
Know-in me ill be your witness
Cuffed and oiled perky nipplets
Id say a couple names
But youd probably ask forgiveness
Im point one---bitch
Thought you known
If ya didn’t
Half grown
in my home
We can bone
Hears my phone number
Take off ya top, ya blouse
An
lay down
touch your heals to my chin
pro-de-sead
to dick out
cock spit
you drink
your body my mouth
all legs shaved
Visions of sex in your house
Get naked baby girl
An show me
How you work that shit
I aint try-in play
Just go an work an move your hips
Im not try-in do none of this bull shit that these suckas did
Im a fuck-in playa
Bitch
Sit down and ryde the stick
Scream out-------
I got ‘cha-
Come on -do it dog—gy
Try-in see the full effect
Of your whole naked
Bo-dy
Yes you a ho---tty
La-----to Da,
Daw---De
If you want to get down
Grab a swipe and say par---ty
Get down,
Roll up,
Come on and have a blast
Rush-in,
Rou-lette
Bitch-----
Come on and pass that
Switch green through are fingertips
The colors cant match
But to try n on are linen
Grip-in sleeping on cash
Stay a player tell the ending
This a case you cant ketch
Police—
F-B-I---
And A-T-F---
They on our ass
Keep on slap-in down the high-way
95 on P-C-H
Burn-in blunt after blunt
Buyen peach by the case--------------“
[“500 hoes deep,
, cali
-------End-------
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