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Clap (feat. Waka Flocka Flame) Lyrics


Metro Boomin Clap (feat. Waka Flocka Flame)

[Intro]
One bitch on a pole, two on the floor (Brick Squad! Yeah)

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Shawty know it's fat (Flocka), let me see that ass clap (Clap)
She drop down and touch her toes, like, "where the cash at?" (You know it's)
Waka Flocka Flame, I'm on go, I'm on that
Olympian, she throw it back, I throw this pole at her like (Whoahh)
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bend that ass
Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, make that ass
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, make that ass
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, yeah (Hood rich)
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
One rack, two rack, ay, f..ck it up (Blatt)
G6, just popped a half I'm bout to level up (Bitch)
Thick in chocolate, how I like it, fine shit
Diamonds on my collar, I got Chrome Hearts on my garments (Turn up)
Shawty back it up on a nigga, let me park it (Yuh)
45 minutes in, I'm just getting started (Ooh)
Going deep and slow in that pussy, Mr. Perfect (Ooh, f..ck)
A broke nigga nightmare, a bad bitch target (Yuhh, ooh)

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Shawty know it's fat (Flocka), lеt me see that ass clap (Clap)
She drop down and touch her toеs, like where the cash at? (You know it's)
Waka Flocka Flame, I'm on go, I'm on that
Olympian, she throw it back, I throw this pole at her like (Whoahh)
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bend that ass
Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, make that ass
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, make that ass
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, yeah

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
I'm from Southside (Ayo), we outside (Come on)
Baby lean your head back, open your mouth wide
Heard she lookin' for a gift, I told her I'm the walking prize
You can tell that ass real by the size of her thighs
Now she twerkin' with her friend, lil' bitch don't get me on your Live (Yuh)
Can you make that ass clap for me counter clockwise?
Man I love when my lil' shit act a lil' trapped out
You know everything on Waka Flocka Flame just pop out (Yeah)
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Shawty know it's fat (Flocka), let me see that ass clap (Clap)
She drop down and touch her toes, like, "Where the cash at?" (You know it's)
Waka Flocka Flame, I'm on go, I'm on that
Olympian, she throw it back, I throw this pole at her like (Whoahh)
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bend that ass
Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, make that ass
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, make that ass
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, yeah


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