There are no lyrics on Clapping. Just clapping hands.
I'll clap my hands along and rattle on like a vagabond I'll rip my uniform and bend the floor to the early mornin' I'll shake your dollar bill and spend
Waka flocka i love money an she love me back, money in my stomach gat me lookin like im fat, ,gatta big ass staack , watch the striper bring me sacks
Front on me and get clapped Front on him and get clapped Front on us and get clapped You get clapped n**** Front on me and get clapped Front on him and
You should never in your wildest dreams shit on a nigger Police, eat a dick, straight up, you know why? Clap, clap on, clap off Clap at 'em and I do
We try our best to survive, and keep our heads to the sky,, it?s that stress and depression goodbye If we could just get it right, oh, oh Do away with
Oh, just show a little flesh Let me see a little flesh, mami Just show a little flesh Let me see a little flesh, mami Just show a little flesh Let me
Clap Yo, some niggas need the Henney to endure the drama All I need is information on your crib and armour When it comes to creepin' niggas know that
[Hook - 4x] (hey-ya hey-ya), ooh-oooh-ooh (clap) [Chamillionaire] Only imagine, how close all the diamonds in the jewel sit Invisible set and canary
I'll know your eyes in the morning sun I feel you touch me in the pourin' rain And the moment that you wander far from me I wanna feel you in my arms
Don?t, don?t, don?t, don?t leave me Don?t leave me here Skirt in the air with muted cares All limbs and love absurd I know I say just let me stay But
If I ask you to follow me around Button up your mouth, I want to be clear with you If I ask you to drive me here to there You?ll do everything but what
Give it up for me please Put your hands in the air If you know what's good for you You'll wanna shake it like you just don't care Would you please clap
Gone forever to the races Pull your money out Call your mother, tell her something Never go without Pause a moment, just a moment Smoothing down your
As the sun shines on me I am here to wait For the days of worry Don't worry me Lesson one was hardest Hardest one to take But that's just the way I am
Helplessly held by the weeds, we are grown, I tried talking sense to you, leave it alone; I give in to the weight of the kick, So weary of waiting and
Sane, sane, they're all insane The fireman's blind, the conductor's lame A Cincinatti jacket and a sack luck dame Hanging out the window with a bottle