Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make It Clap, artist - Ty Dolla $ign. Date of issue: 14.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Make It Clap |
| Bend that shit over |
| Then make it clap |
| Bend that shit over |
| Then make it clap |
| I bust a nut then take a nap |
| That pussy be fat |
| Long as the stomach |
| And a dick in her tummy |
| I make her have a stomach ache |
| Pussy ass tits ye I need all that |
| Now you say you want me on the ticks |
| I believe it all that |
| Ass like J. Lo angel with the halo |
| Niggas act hoe but in the hood they ain’t got no say so |
| Feeling froggy lee, nigga hit your kermit |
| See you in the hood, you hit the sherman |
| When niggas whip that dick up bitches get nervous |
| Treat that pussy like an enemy, bitch I murk it |
| Bitch shake that ass, bitch shake that ass |
| Nigga getting old pussy wanna rip that ass |
| Bend over, pin naked |
| I paid for then I ate it |
| Bend that shit over |
| Then make it clap |
| Said she drunk too much liquor |
| Said she drunk too much liquor |
| She don’t fuck with her ex |
| Said she drunk too much liquor |
| Said she drunk too much liquor |
| She don’t fuck with her ex nigga |
| What that shit do done |
| Say that pussy bomb I say do they smell good though |
| We act our state 'cause we from the hood though |
| Your bitch ugly wouldn’t fuck her if I could though |
| But if that pussy shaved I hit |
| If that pussy shaved I hit |
| I finna bust her then oh shit |
| If she bad I ain’t pulling ou |
| If she bad I ain’t pulling out |
| Now she telling me to pull out I’m like nah bitch! |
| Bitch shake that ass, bitch shake that ass |
| Nigga getting old pussy wanna rip that ass |
| Bend over, getting naked |
| She said I done quick, bitch I was wasted |
| Bend that shit over |
| Then make it clap |
| All my ladies put your hands where your toe |
| And pick it up, pick it up for a stack now |
| All my ladies put your hands where your toe |
| And pick it up, pick it up for a stack now |
| All my ladies put your hands where your air |
| And do it good, do it like you don’t care now |
| All my ladies put your hands where your air |
| And do it, do it, do it like you don’t care now |
| Bend that shit over |
| Then make it clap |