Rapper Jay A – Clap Your Hands Lyrics

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Mi father God bless me, Nobody have to test me
Put me to the test,You can't face me
Me got me eye on the good like Messi
And to the haters so sorry can't race
Ahh, the kid so real, R.E.A.L
And mi a fi don really have to spell
So that you know that this kid so ill ahh
Yeahh Jamaican style I go hard in any way
You can name ?
You haters can hate but it's gonna be a while
Before you ? so you can wish me to die so..

Hook:
Jay A me a fi bloodclaat shotta
Likkle yout, straight off the gutter
On the mic, me a fi nothing but disaster
And in the club I bring the hype like Busta

Chorus:
Clap Your Hands [*4]
Swag it up, Swag it up
And all the ladies in the club shake it up
Clap your Hands now, clap Clap your Hands now
Clap your Hands now, clap Clap your Hands now
Clap your Hands now, clap Clap your Hands now
And in the club I bring the hype like Busta

Verse 2:
The kid so fly something like a pigeon
After this money you would think it's my religion
So young in the game but yeah I got a vision
Of cutting of the fame of you whack rappers ?
Click-Clark I pop like a pistol
My rhythms on point,something like a missal
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
That's just what they gon rehearse
When you ?
Ahh, I'm so sick I might vomit
Sky rocketing to the top like a ? flaming rocket
So fuck a ?
And talk about ? when you can do ? on it

Hook:
Jay A me a fi bloodclaat shotta
Likkle yout, straight off the gutter
On the mic, me a fi nothing but disaster
And in the club I bring the hype like Busta

Chorus:
Clap Your Hands [*4]
Swag it up, Swag it up
And all the ladies in the club shake it up
Clap your Hands now, clap Clap your Hands now
Clap your Hands now, clap Clap your Hands now
Clap your Hands now, clap Clap your Hands now
And in the club I bring the hype like Busta

Verse 3:
3 2 1 blast off NASA
Flow so possessed I might need myself a pastor
So young in the game but you can see me casper
And when I'm on the track I leave you reckless asthma
Yeeah, I be the one and non after
And i'll be at the bottom but I climb way faster
Yeeah, Jay A that's me, ask about me (ask about me)
I stand out like double D
My swag so sick it's something from overseas
The only one on ?
Yeeah, I'mma dawg, better yet I'm a monster
A disease with no cure vaccine, cancer

Chorus:
Clap Your Hands [*4]
Swag it up, Swag it up
And all the ladies in the club shake it up
Clap your Hands now, clap Clap your Hands now
Clap your Hands now, clap Clap your Hands now
Clap your Hands now, clap Clap your Hands now
And in the club I bring the hype like Busta

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