Clap 歌词
| 歌曲 | Clap |
| 歌手 | Young Rome |
| 专辑 | Food for Thought |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 see a little flesh | |
| I’m so hood and | |
| I can't change | |
| Rip blocks from | |
| VeniceAll the way to | |
| Fullton to | |
| Saint James, | |
| L.A. to BK | |
| Young Rome and | |
| I’m serious | |
| Born hustler more clever then my nemesis | |
| Pop bottles like | |
| I’m Michael | |
| Jordon in the 90’s | |
| Six ring all | |
| I do is big things | |
| Fall sickin' my taste | |
| Big ass, small waist, flawless face | |
| Really don’t matter the race' | |
| Cause we all black as soon as the lights go out | |
| If the head good | |
| I might show out | |
| If it's right that | |
| I’m tight like a fin | |
| When dis pipe blow out | |
| The fifth ward, let a psycho out | |
| Young Rome like a redneck with his rifle out | |
| What’s that glow, mami ice no doubt | |
| Rhinestone never | |
| We have conference calls with | |
| JacobBeen like this ever since | |
| I got my cake up | |
| Pick the dirt off the concrete and shake up | |
| Been caring my timbs since | |
| B2K's break up | |
| I’m like Patton with no | |
| Shaq, Kobe the mailman | |
| One word that don’t compete in my brains is failing man | |
| Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Let your boyfriend go, he’s a chi chi man | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| We bag more then broads | |
| We bag cities | |
| You can have those hood rats with them | |
| T bag titties | |
| Rome gotta like him, | |
| I’m slappin' these dudes silly | |
| Rip the nerve out your body that don’t feel me | |
| And I rock the party like | |
| Bizzy B in his prime | |
| I’m cool as an | |
| AC I’m not | |
| Busta Rhymes | |
| No disrespect but | |
| I’m smooth as a | |
| Jazz artist | |
| But live as the | |
| RootsHomey | |
| I’m beyond the hottest | |
| I’m not a star, | |
| I’m the sun, not number 2, | |
| I am the 1 | |
| I am not a rose, | |
| I am the gun | |
| And I spit for the half | |
| Nash niggas sleep on cots | |
| Started from nothing | |
| Dreamin' of boats and yachts | |
| Man I use to dream a lot but then | |
| I stop sleepin' | |
| Git on my grizzle and kept bizzy | |
| Got my mind right, money right, never tricked | |
| Chicks mad 'cause | |
| I’m tightCheap as a birds language, | |
| I ain't the one mami | |
| Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Let your boyfriend go, he’s a chi chi man | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Let your boyfriend go, he’s a chi chi man | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Let your boyfriend go, he’s a chi chi man | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Man I done seen it all | |
| Niggas clapped up over brick shoot outs | |
| With po po, pepper stray, bully sticks | |
| Broads impressed with this willy shit | |
| Think willy’s a trick? | |
| Have Diddy sippin' on | |
| Cris on some silly shit | |
| I don’t drink from yellow bottles | |
| I like my liquor brown as just jo, hold a grudge no | |
| I erase enemy’s like | |
| Bubba fatTake stars to ball | |
| Clap like the | |
| Grammy Awards | |
| Down hits, seven up, spit hit, seven up | |
| Missed seven enough, deep shred 'em up | |
| Set 'em up, wet 'em up, shock won't let 'em up | |
| Hit 'em twice some more 'cause he ain't dead enough | |
| Call me Iron | |
| ManThink I’m sexy now, you should see me in my boxer | |
| You think my flow is obnoxious | |
| I got old donuts in my refrigerator | |
| Harder then you, you niggas know how we do | |
| What bitch? | |
| Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Let your boyfriend go, he’s a chi chi man | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Let your boyfriend go, he’s a chi chi man | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma |
| 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 see a little flesh | |
| I' m so hood and | |
| I can' t change | |
| Rip blocks from | |
| VeniceAll the way to | |
| Fullton to | |
| Saint James, | |
| L. A. to BK | |
| Young Rome and | |
| I' m serious | |
| Born hustler more clever then my nemesis | |
| Pop bottles like | |
| I' m Michael | |
| Jordon in the 90' s | |
| Six ring all | |
| I do is big things | |
| Fall sickin' my taste | |
| Big ass, small waist, flawless face | |
| Really don' t matter the race' | |
| Cause we all black as soon as the lights go out | |
| If the head good | |
| I might show out | |
| If it' s right that | |
| I' m tight like a fin | |
| When dis pipe blow out | |
| The fifth ward, let a psycho out | |
| Young Rome like a redneck with his rifle out | |
| What' s that glow, mami ice no doubt | |
| Rhinestone never | |
| We have conference calls with | |
| JacobBeen like this ever since | |
| I got my cake up | |
| Pick the dirt off the concrete and shake up | |
| Been caring my timbs since | |
| B2K' s break up | |
| I' m like Patton with no | |
| Shaq, Kobe the mailman | |
| One word that don' t compete in my brains is failing man | |
| Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Let your boyfriend go, he' s a chi chi man | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| We bag more then broads | |
| We bag cities | |
| You can have those hood rats with them | |
| T bag titties | |
| Rome gotta like him, | |
| I' m slappin' these dudes silly | |
| Rip the nerve out your body that don' t feel me | |
| And I rock the party like | |
| Bizzy B in his prime | |
| I' m cool as an | |
| AC I' m not | |
| Busta Rhymes | |
| No disrespect but | |
| I' m smooth as a | |
| Jazz artist | |
| But live as the | |
| RootsHomey | |
| I' m beyond the hottest | |
| I' m not a star, | |
| I' m the sun, not number 2, | |
| I am the 1 | |
| I am not a rose, | |
| I am the gun | |
| And I spit for the half | |
| Nash niggas sleep on cots | |
| Started from nothing | |
| Dreamin' of boats and yachts | |
| Man I use to dream a lot but then | |
| I stop sleepin' | |
| Git on my grizzle and kept bizzy | |
| Got my mind right, money right, never tricked | |
| Chicks mad ' cause | |
| I' m tightCheap as a birds language, | |
| I ain' t the one mami | |
| Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Let your boyfriend go, he' s a chi chi man | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Let your boyfriend go, he' s a chi chi man | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Let your boyfriend go, he' s a chi chi man | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Man I done seen it all | |
| Niggas clapped up over brick shoot outs | |
| With po po, pepper stray, bully sticks | |
| Broads impressed with this willy shit | |
| Think willy' s a trick? | |
| Have Diddy sippin' on | |
| Cris on some silly shit | |
| I don' t drink from yellow bottles | |
| I like my liquor brown as just jo, hold a grudge no | |
| I erase enemy' s like | |
| Bubba fatTake stars to ball | |
| Clap like the | |
| Grammy Awards | |
| Down hits, seven up, spit hit, seven up | |
| Missed seven enough, deep shred ' em up | |
| Set ' em up, wet ' em up, shock won' t let ' em up | |
| Hit ' em twice some more ' cause he ain' t dead enough | |
| Call me Iron | |
| ManThink I' m sexy now, you should see me in my boxer | |
| You think my flow is obnoxious | |
| I got old donuts in my refrigerator | |
| Harder then you, you niggas know how we do | |
| What bitch? | |
| Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Let your boyfriend go, he' s a chi chi man | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Let your boyfriend go, he' s a chi chi man | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma |
| 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 see a little flesh | |
| I' m so hood and | |
| I can' t change | |
| Rip blocks from | |
| VeniceAll the way to | |
| Fullton to | |
| Saint James, | |
| L. A. to BK | |
| Young Rome and | |
| I' m serious | |
| Born hustler more clever then my nemesis | |
| Pop bottles like | |
| I' m Michael | |
| Jordon in the 90' s | |
| Six ring all | |
| I do is big things | |
| Fall sickin' my taste | |
| Big ass, small waist, flawless face | |
| Really don' t matter the race' | |
| Cause we all black as soon as the lights go out | |
| If the head good | |
| I might show out | |
| If it' s right that | |
| I' m tight like a fin | |
| When dis pipe blow out | |
| The fifth ward, let a psycho out | |
| Young Rome like a redneck with his rifle out | |
| What' s that glow, mami ice no doubt | |
| Rhinestone never | |
| We have conference calls with | |
| JacobBeen like this ever since | |
| I got my cake up | |
| Pick the dirt off the concrete and shake up | |
| Been caring my timbs since | |
| B2K' s break up | |
| I' m like Patton with no | |
| Shaq, Kobe the mailman | |
| One word that don' t compete in my brains is failing man | |
| Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Let your boyfriend go, he' s a chi chi man | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| We bag more then broads | |
| We bag cities | |
| You can have those hood rats with them | |
| T bag titties | |
| Rome gotta like him, | |
| I' m slappin' these dudes silly | |
| Rip the nerve out your body that don' t feel me | |
| And I rock the party like | |
| Bizzy B in his prime | |
| I' m cool as an | |
| AC I' m not | |
| Busta Rhymes | |
| No disrespect but | |
| I' m smooth as a | |
| Jazz artist | |
| But live as the | |
| RootsHomey | |
| I' m beyond the hottest | |
| I' m not a star, | |
| I' m the sun, not number 2, | |
| I am the 1 | |
| I am not a rose, | |
| I am the gun | |
| And I spit for the half | |
| Nash niggas sleep on cots | |
| Started from nothing | |
| Dreamin' of boats and yachts | |
| Man I use to dream a lot but then | |
| I stop sleepin' | |
| Git on my grizzle and kept bizzy | |
| Got my mind right, money right, never tricked | |
| Chicks mad ' cause | |
| I' m tightCheap as a birds language, | |
| I ain' t the one mami | |
| Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Let your boyfriend go, he' s a chi chi man | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Let your boyfriend go, he' s a chi chi man | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Let your boyfriend go, he' s a chi chi man | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Man I done seen it all | |
| Niggas clapped up over brick shoot outs | |
| With po po, pepper stray, bully sticks | |
| Broads impressed with this willy shit | |
| Think willy' s a trick? | |
| Have Diddy sippin' on | |
| Cris on some silly shit | |
| I don' t drink from yellow bottles | |
| I like my liquor brown as just jo, hold a grudge no | |
| I erase enemy' s like | |
| Bubba fatTake stars to ball | |
| Clap like the | |
| Grammy Awards | |
| Down hits, seven up, spit hit, seven up | |
| Missed seven enough, deep shred ' em up | |
| Set ' em up, wet ' em up, shock won' t let ' em up | |
| Hit ' em twice some more ' cause he ain' t dead enough | |
| Call me Iron | |
| ManThink I' m sexy now, you should see me in my boxer | |
| You think my flow is obnoxious | |
| I got old donuts in my refrigerator | |
| Harder then you, you niggas know how we do | |
| What bitch? | |
| Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Let your boyfriend go, he' s a chi chi man | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma | |
| Let your boyfriend go, he' s a chi chi man | |
| Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma |
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