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clap back lyricshayat - ooyy lyrics

this song is an instrumental

[intro: rmc mike]
(mama, what you doin’? can you cook up something?)
n*gga, it’s me and trackshawn on this b*tch, n*gga
f*ck goin’ on
b*tch
huh, hey

[chorus: rmc mike]
this b*tch a slap, where them hoes at that like to shake they ass?
pop that p*ssy for me, b*tch, make that cash
oh, he tryna trick on you? b*tch, make that bag
you better have the right investment, b*tch, make that last
her booty move like some water, but it ain’t that fat
so every time that we f*ck, i hit it from the back
made it— make it—
throw that ass in a circle, make it clap*clap

[verse 1: rmc mike]
magic city, hundred thousand ones in the backpack
i’m tryna stuff her with some pills, she got a fat cat
plastic fn in my pants, it go fap*fap
hmm, got her dancin’ on thе d*ck, she earned a rack*rack
glock 20 with a b*tton on it, it got a fat back
my n*gga alee camе srt with the glass packs
this b*tch was pootin’ down your block, it make you back back
i gave her two hundred for some head, i want my cash back
it was wack*wack
like throw that sh*t in the garbage, take the trash back
i drove a thousand ‘bows on the road in a hatchback
b*tch kinda ugly, you gon’ hit it ’cause her ass fat
i heard the b*tch burnt you with that coochie, had a bad batch
i’m hard as h*ll, the word “b*tch” be my hashtag
i’ll never trust a b*tch who use a black rag
where the white ones at?
i wanna see how dirty it get when you wipe the back
b*tch got a thundercat, i’m tryna strike it back
me and ri set this b*tch on fire, we’ll light the match
woke up, put on anything, i don’t like to match
i never heard a n*gga out his mouth say he don’t like the act’
he a d*mn fool
b*tch tryna slide too, bring your friends too
ap face got bustdown, the rubber band blue
we just bought a pack of rubbers, now they ran through
we gotta go back to the store, we need some more of those
i got some more hoes
b*tch pretty, but her breath stink, that’s a no*no
but she gave me head off the top, that’s a low blow
b*tch tryna f*ck if she ask you if you solo
might try to rob a n*gga, maybe set me up
she like, “mike, i squirt a lot,” i told her wet me up
guaranteed i can hit again, the b*tch let me f*ck
i touched her tonsils with the d*ck, she screamin’, “let me up”
[chorus: rmc mike]
slap, where them hoes at that like to shake they ass?
pop that p*ssy for me, b*tch, make that cash
oh, he tryna trick on you? b*tch, make that bag
you better have the right investment, b*tch, make that last
her booty move like some water, but it ain’t that fat
so every time that we f*ck, i hit it from the back
made it— make it—
throw that ass in a circle, make it clap*clap

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
one week drinkin’ drank, drunk a scat pack
blew a n*gga down, skinned his head, you can ask scatz
i think the p*ssy got a— uh
think the p*ssy got a rash, i had to hit her with a hazmat
take a step forward, take a step right, and then back back
no h0m*, the last n*gga tried, they got his ass clapped
a million dollars, all blues, ever had that?
i swear to god i ain’t big, baby, i just act fat
you the type of n*gga we’ll clap at
clip longer than a fat n*gga asscrack
i just drunk your ascap, n*gga, back back

[chorus: rmc mike]
slap, where them hoes at that like to shake they ass?
pop that p*ssy for me, b*tch, make that cash
oh, he tryna trick on you? b*tch, make that bag
you better have the right investment, b*tch, make that last
her booty move like some water, but it ain’t that fat
so every time that we f*ck, i hit it from the back
made it— make it—
throw that ass in a circle, make it clap*clap

- ooyy lyrics

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