She Make It Clap (Freestyle) lyrics


Tory Lanez

She make it clap, clap
She make it clap, clap
She make it clap, clap
Go Jess (it's you)
It's me, it's me, baldie
Not anymore, got a doey
A-Rag in the C
In the booth, in a geek
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Smokin' on packs, preferably Black Lepra-chaun
All of these hoes they on my arm
All of these b*tches, they know I'm a don
Stuntin' on the b*tches come back to the sixes
I spit 3s like I'm playin' with the Sixers
Bad b*tch like she playin' with the mixes
Bad b*tches keep playin' with my jinxa, uh
Bad b*tch wanna get on my Insta
I told the b*tch to keep chill and be quiet
I got bad b*tches tryna get by
Don't chill 'fore a n*gga get violent
I got bad b*tches and they come wildin'
Ayy, I see a motherf*cker smiling
20 thousand bad b*tches on an island
20 thousand bad b*tches goin' private, mmm
She make it clap, I got the strap
21 gats, feel like I'm Savage
21 b*tches and none of them average
I'm gon' f*ck me tonight me a bad b*tch
I don't give a f*ck about n*ggas
I don't give a f*ck about hoes
I don't give a f*ck 'bout your bros
I don't give a f*ck 'bout your toes
Your hoes, your manicure, pedicure (Fantom), toes
I'm comin' on the block with the rocks
20 inch Glocks in my socks
n*ggas keep blowin' that crazy ass sh*t
If I go to jail I'ma keep it locked in the sock
I got that from Ken, all of my hoes, they spend
On me, all at the mall, I'm bendin' Benzes
20-inch rims on Enzos
b*tches is coming to the mall and the goin' in frenzies
Lookin' at Tory, look at my story
All of these b*tches they look at me
Growin' up fast like a n*gga was 40
I 'on't even know what I'm sayin'
But tonight I'm 'bout to take y'all b*tches and have me an orgy
Bro, what the f*ck?
I'm not going after that (nah)
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