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Clap Back Lyrics

[Verse 1] A-Money:

Me and T-Daddy, spittin' fire
Boy I'm baked, like a chicken pot pie-ya
This kush enables me, to get higher
Than a first class Westjet frequent flyer

If the music's too loud, call the cops
Shout out to all the bitches taking off their tops
You know Sideburn-Steve's got the finest chops
Fuck it, Mill's Tonight goin' triple hops
Going crazy at the stripper bars
Even critics give me 5 Gold Stars
So high, going all the way to mars
My girls are way above your average pars
Rollin' 'round in my big bad Hummer
Gettin' Blumpkins from your mother
Maybe today from your mother (Switch!)
Maybe tomorrow from your significant bitch
Importing goods all the way from Tijuana
Smoking all the timeless Marijuana
Get freaky, suck on my Bah-nah-nah (banana)
Because I know she really, really wanna
Baby girl call me Dr. Watson
Very dangerous, always proceed with caution
As for you punk proceed with caution
No chance you're gonna be able to soften
My punch, when I take your brunch, bad hunch?
Coming back to take your lunch money
A'int a damn thing funny
Watch your mouth
Before you get taught something sonny
It's the baddest cat running the streets
Damn right, A-Money!
(Hook):
How we do
Is How we gonna rock
Even though T-Stacks
Got your Bitch on his cock
The women A'int a thang
Cause they come by the flock
Nothin' new for me, might be new for you

[Verse 2] T-Daddy Stacks

Ugh
Real recognize real
But I can spot fake
You feel the same way
With every song that I make
I make mistakes
But they only make me greater
So fuck all y'all haters
Cause you only motivate us
Hate motivate me to be great
You want a update?
First appreciate what I create
Or else you might suffocate
In your sleep
While you countin' sheep
With the pillow sheets
Word
I be drinkin' cause I'm freakin
For a weekend
Freakin' like a nympho
When I'm speakin'
Born winner
Y'all think I'm cheatin'
But I'm not, on the firm flop
This is real Hip-Hop
'Round the clock
Cause I drop on the dot
(Hook):
How we do
Is How we gonna rock
Even though Joe Grizz
Got your Bitch on his cock
The women A'int a thang
Cause they come by the flock
Nothin' new for me, might be new for you

[Verse 3] Joe Grizzly:

A.O.P, a'int nobody fuckin' with me
J.G, I'm Joe motherfucking Grizzly
We a team, Q-Bone is the QB
Pass it off to T-Daddy Stacks
For the big T: Touchdown
In the motherfucking end zone
T-Daddy Stacks never ends in the friend-zone
He brings a bitch straight to bed, and then bones
And then her man walks in while she's bent over
We All Original, and we well known
We gon' stop winning? Mother Fucker hell no!
Celebrating hard, throwing elbows
They telling lies I can't believe that you fell for 'em
Yeah, A-Money in the booth
Hitting shit out of the park like he's Babe Ruth
Getting hoes loose like a young kids tooth
You know I don't lie, I only spit the truth
I pour more shots
Patron on the rocks
Won't stop
'Til I got you wearing only yo' socks
I could have stayed home
I got drunk instead
Now I'm straight (straight) out of my head
What happened last night man?
I forget, I must have been more baked
Than a loaf of bread
The way she rode me
She need a saddle and stirrups

We gon' choke on the smoke
Need some cough syrup
(Hook):
How we do
Is How we gonna rock
Even though Q-Bone
Got your Bitch on his cock
The women A'int a thang
Cause they come by the flock
Nothin' new for me, might be new for you

[Verse 4] Q Da Kid:

Ayo we got some real O.G.'s in the building
'Bout time that we raise the ceiling, So we
Grab the crew and we hit the club
Paint van with the rims rollin dub
But first yo, we get something to drink
We got choices, boy what you think?
It a'int nothin' but the Loko
Few cans then you go bro
Never been more ready for the show yo
And so we pose in a stance
I gaze through, catch sight with the girl
In the tight pants, and then we start to dance
Poke a chick with my long dick jousting lance
No doubt it's a hell of a party
Young tail feeling extra naughty
A-Money on the job, cause he knows it well
He's thinking: “Maybe I shouldn't, (aww what the hell!)”
I step back and I stick to the stage
I a'int about that, stick to girls my age
Not dissin', just funny as hell
My boy doing work when he drunk as well
And so we rappin' and tearin'
Bumpin' the music is blaring
Don't scuff the kicks I be wearing
Or else I'm gonna start swearing
And I don't do that often
A lot of y'all say my rhymes are soft, and
Caution what you saying boy, what you think?
Best believe I'm harder than a rock robbing a bank
Try to keep it clean, stay away from the skanks
Crank, that's good advice, now I need someone to thank

(Hook):
How we do
Is How we gonna rock
Even though A.O.P
Got your Bitch on they cocks
The women A'int a thang
Cause they come by the flock
Nothin' new for me, might be new for you

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