| Front on me and get clapped
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| Front on him and get clapped
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| Front on us and get clapped (you get clapped nigga)
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| Front on me and get clapped
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| Front on him and get clapped
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| Front on us and get clapped (get clapped get clapped)
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| I know this feel different cause everything is good
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| They actin like I changed like i went hollywood
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| Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat
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| Like I aint homocide all over the beat
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| Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care
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| Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where
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| Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
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| A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear
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| Ay nigga fuck all the slick talk get bread instead
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| Stay low strapped up metal on inf red
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| Too smooth wont slip new jewels dont trip
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| Been around the world twice jet, lear, boat, whip
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| Oh shit, im hella rowdy and im nothin nice
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| Money aint shit but a number name ya fuckin price
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| Dick rider, coat taylor, ass kisser
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| Sucker for love, time to pick up the glass slipper
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| Look around ass nigga before u add liquer
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| Cause bein an add libber he’ll be ina bag with ya Im seein a bad picture of bein a cab skipper
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| Broke as fuck waitin for satan to come and get ya Keep ya clique tight know ya goals
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| Dont speed slow ya role dont speak learn the code
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| For they pop ya ass barbeque ya body
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| With beans outta the shotty while im in the mozzerati
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| With somethin thats gonna swallow me I know this feel different cause everything is good
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| They actin like I changed like i went hollywood
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| Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat
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| Like I aint homocide all over the beat
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| Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care
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| Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where
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| Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
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| A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear
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| My trigga finger feenin that nigga p a demon
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| Nigga my fangs start showin if im seein u dreamin
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| Get to close and im bustin it wont be no discussion
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| Ima boss i dont speak i just nod my head
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| And you turn up missin with ya own page in the feds
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| I got power and i will flex on you real quick
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| Call ya dawgs call ya trick hug ya momz for you split
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| Cuz u aint never gone see that bitch again
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| And this aint a war nigga we just havin fun with ya Like a bed with a baby if i smack ya i might kill ya Half a million in diamonds half a billion from rhymin
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| N im steady climbin that means im still blowin up Got you burned while u lookin see my ferrari in brooklyn
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| On the corner of murda and duke so come through
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| Ill light ya buildin on fire thats why these rappers retire
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| Cuz they tired of dealin with niggaz like me I know this feel different cause everything is good
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| They actin like I changed like i went hollywood
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| Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat
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| Like I aint homocide all over the beat
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| Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care
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| Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where
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| Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
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| A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear
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| Now enough with all the lame shit and wrestlin games kid
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| I need the rocks to fill the rest of the chain with
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| I need the block to feel the best that i came with
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| I need the cops to get the fuck off of my dick
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| Different day same shit media and popperazzi love
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| Envy and betrayel my hearts as cold as hockey gloves
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| I light up and take off that beef and brocolli high
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| Chocolate tie, green skunk, south jamaica queens punk
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| Stand up ya boys back put ya grams up Get money you aint heard nothin but a hit from me Quit dummy cause its a changin of the guards
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| Beat bitches over the head the caveman of the squad
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| And he barely fell victim cause they raised him up so hard
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| So my 9 is on my hip and my praise is up to god
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| Cause we in a battle field where the razors lead to scars
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| And the lazors lead to holes, slugs in n out ya clothes
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| I know this feel different cause everything is good
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| They actin like I changed like i went hollywood
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| Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat
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| Like I aint homocide all over the beat
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| Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care
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| Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where
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| Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
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| A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear
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| Yea Hey Yo p, fuck these niggaz man
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| Ill buck these niggaz man, cant nobody else get no money
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| Cause this is our year, next year is our year
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| The year after is our year, the year after is our year
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| Yea GGGGGGGGGGG G-Unit |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Clapped, artist - Lloyd Banks. Album song Rotten Apple, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп