Make It Clap (feat. DJ Mustard)

Y'all already know who I am, right?
Mustard on the beat, hoe

Bend that shit over, then make it clap (yeah)
Bend that shit over, then make it clap (yeah)
Bend that shit over, then make it clap (yeah)
Bend that shit over, then make it clap (here we go)

Bend that shit over, then make it clap
I bust a nut, then take the nap
That pussy be fat
Long as the stomach and a dick in her tummy
I make her have a stomach ache pussy, ass, titties
Yeah, I need all that
You say you love me on the texts, I deleted all that
Ass like J.Lo, angel with the halo
Niggas act hard, 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
Niggas getting old pussy wanna rip that ass
Bend over, get naked
I paid for it, then I ate it

Bend that shit over, then make it clap
Bend that shit over, then make it clap
Bend that shit over, then make it clap
Bend that shit over, then make it clap

Bend that shit over, then make it clap
Bend that shit over, then make it clap
Bend that shit over, then make it clap
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

Ayy, what that shit do though?
Say that pussy bomb, I say, "Do it 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 shave, I hit
If that pussy shave, I hit
I finna bust her then like oh shit
If she bad I ain't pulling out
If she bad I ain't pulling out
She telling me to pull it out, I'm like no bitch

Bitch, shake that ass
Niggas getting no pussy wanna rip that ass
Bend over, get naked
She said I nutted quick, I said, "Bitch, I was wasted"

Bend that shit over, then make it clap
Bend that shit over, then make it clap
Bend that shit over, then make it clap
Bend that shit over, then make it clap

Bend that shit over, then make it clap
Bend that shit over, then make it clap
Bend that shit over, then make it clap
Bend that shit over, then make it clap

All my ladies, put your hands on your toes (oh yeah)
And pick it up, pick it up for a stack now (oh yeah)
All my ladies, put your hands on your toes (oh yeah)
And pick it up, pick it up for a stack now (oh yeah)
All my ladies, put your hands in the air (oh yeah)
And do it, do it, do it like you don't care now (oh yeah)
All my ladies, put your hands in the air (oh yeah)
And do it, do it, do it like you don't care now (yeah)

Bend that shit over, then make it clap
Bend that shit over, then make it clap
Bend that shit over, then make it clap
Bend that shit over, then make it clap

Bend that shit over, then make it clap
Bend that shit over, then make it clap
Bend that shit over, then make it clap
Bend that shit over, then make it clap



Credits
Writer(s): Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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