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30 deep grimeyy & nwm cee murdaa – make it clap كلمات اغاني

[intro: 30 deep grimeyy]
grimeyy! haha
he can get clapped, clapped, clapped
she can get clapped, clapped, clapped
he can get_
grimeyy! haha
he can get clapped, clapped, clapped
she can get clapped, clapped, clapped

[verse 1: 30 deep grimeyy]
i’m in the scat with the bl!ck on my lap (gang!)
i took the ho shopping, she set up a trap (what?)
d_d_dog with his d_ck, and got whacked for some cash (boom, boom)
i’m drippin’ dior, used to shop at the gap (d_mn!)
a opp caught a cut and got hit in his scab
can f_ck with no n_gga that f_ck with a wack (what?)
we don’t f_ck with no semis, them .30’s go, “blah!” (boom, boom, boom)
my haitian be on it, he push out a “splat!” (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
my yeezy be on it, he push out a boss (boom, boom)
can’t f_ck with no n_ggas that f_ck with the opps
i give hеr some d_ck, and she give mе the drop (d_mn!)
if i don’t give her no cash, i pay her in c_ck (ew)
like [?], got the glock in my crotch
the k got some kicks so i cut off the stocks (30!)
we ain’t sellin’ no thumpers, we linkin’ some wap (gang!)
i been in my bag, just give me my props
[verse 2: nwm cee murdaa]
do you wanna get knocked? (what?) well just send me the drop (on god)
i can pull up and knock, or just pull up, ten shots (boom, boom, boom, boom)
some b_tches gon’ jock, and some b_tches gon’ flock
but don’t put trust in them, i put trust in this glock (at all)
used to slide in the box like the regular [?] (skrrt, skrrt)
he tried to hop out, draco took off his arm (brr, brr!)
homie tried to pull off, draco ripped off the door (rip off!)
i been in my bag, n_gga, go get in yours (b_tch ass!)
can’t f_ck with no n_gga that f_ck with them boys (at all!)
stay sh_ttin’ on n_ggas, got endless, and more (haha)
this money on me, can’t check my [?] (what?)
perks, lean, we the x, b_tch, we got it all for us (woah!)
ain’t crackin’ no blocks, i don’t do that no more (no!)
me and pistol hop out and crack four of his boys (crack!)
we used to do drugs out of anything, now i got money, can throw my lil’ yg’s a foreign (gang!)

[verse 3: 30 deep grimeyy]
these birds took a feather, you know we the same (grimeyy!)
“free bro” ’til he free, he was doin’ his thang (free him!)
don’t ask where we at when you know where we hang (30)
don’t ask where i am, b_tch, you know what i bang (boom, boom, boom)
you ain’t catchin’ no cut, how the f_ck is you gang? (what?)
i f_cked all the ones, now she usin’ my slang
and they toxic, he beat, i’ll f_ck on his main (haha)
know my lil’ brother proud what his brother became
[verse 4: nwm cee murdaa]
pull up, there go the opps, let’s go make ’em rap (skrrt)
first they bumper got tapped, but they spin, we just clap (skrrt, brr, brrap)
you know somebody dead when all six windows cracked (what?)
aw, everybody died? we ain’t gotta spin back (at all!)
i know a old head that’s to push out his lap (what?)
if shots rip through your trunk, hope your man’s in the back (b_tch ass!)
and his ass gets, clapped, clapped, clapped (ha)
knocked his ass off the map, map, map, map (murdaa, b_tch)

- 30 deep grimeyy nwm cee murdaa

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