| Only imagine, how close all the diamonds in the jewel sit
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| Invisible set and canary yellow, as a tulip
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| See I can spit some calm words to you, through my two lips
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| I can have them hollow tips, popping up out them two clips
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| You pick, don’t run up on me with your tool slick
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| I’ll be damned if I get jacked with a strap, under my blue nit
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| Don’t do nothing foolish, cause I’ll completely lose it Give a nigga a new breathing hole, with a pool stick
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| I got hoes square rooted, doubles and cubics
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| They come in groups of two or mo', and they be wanting do it Got females that do lick, and some that strictly do dick
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| But if you freaky prove it, I’ll go get the cool whip
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| If you love your shirt so much, that you don’t wan’remove it Then you can get up out my party, you can get excluded
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| Don’t know what click that you with, but I’m king of the new click
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| Color Changin’Click-clack rap, I plan to rule it clap
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| If you owe me any more than zero cents, time to collect fool
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| I step through, and re possess the nigga my respect’s due
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| Hope the numbers you wrote in the middle, of that check’s true
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| Unless you fast, and don’t think a bullet can catch you
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| Buy a drink I bet you, that she gon get the next two
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| Or she’ll be standing next to, the pay phone and get.
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| Left too bad, your homie had already left too
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| Can’t take you home look at your feet, and now she right and left too
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| Who’s next to, let Koopa undress you and sex you
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| Can’t get you pregnant, condom packs go in and get two
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| We can chop it up like O.G. |
| Ron C, and Mike Watts do Or treat you like some Southern music, and make sure you get screwed
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| Internet, Chamillionaire.com on my channel
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| Run up on the vehicle, I bet that boy get handled
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| I don’t like your tone of voice, you better calm your grammar
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| And slap you with the baking soda, my arm and hammer
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| Chain hanging to my nuts, is kinda like you tasting
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| Ice, if your tongue is in the right location
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| I don’t fight temptation, I invite temptation
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| Cause I got a lap that, I would like your face in Hey ya-hey ya, ooh-whoa Kemosabi
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| This liquor in my body, and I’m ready to party
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| Hey ya-hey ya, ooh-whoa Kemosabi
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| Hypnotic is for kids, we sipping Gin and Bicardi
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| Hey ya-hey ya, the minute she saw me She whispered, all the things she wanna do So you know I’ma do, just what a playa do And let her leave with me, then send her home to you probably
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| Hey ya-hey ya, hey ya-hey ya Heeeee-ooooh, hey ya — 4x |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clap, artist - Paul Wall & Chamillionaire. Album song Controversy Sells, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп