Soul Clap

作曲 : Bell, Brown, Gomez, Mickens ...

I'ma drink til I drop on my ass, this is Holiday

I'ma go and celebrate and hop on the ass

That's one more chance, ************ Frank White aint dead

Think you the shit, leave me your chick, the light ain't red

Matter fact just wanna leave 'cause the fights is on

I'ma still be here when the lights is on

Got a fat ass in front of me, Dutch in my mouth

Wit a Corona in my left hand

You try to front I'll coma your best man

I keep a trick on my sleeve, more like a two fifth on my sleeve

Then I switch it to the trey-duce

In my back pocket, so me and love can stay loose

It's like thugs aint partyin, I smoke 20 dimes

I seen 20 dimes I love they body and

P tryin to score for the night

And to tell you the truth, my ************t blown if we war for the night

We gon' drink til we drunk, dance til we drop

And aint nobody leavin til the music stop

Can I get a Soul Clap

Can I get a Soul Clap

We gon' drink til we drunk, dance til we drop

And aint nobody leavin til the music stop

Can I get a Soul Clap

Can I get a Soul Clap

Ayo ************t is still gravy though

I keep a open case, the block hot I need a song for the radio

P at the club, niggas scared to let they lady go

Foot Locker 4 for 20's

Coulda had her some jeans, Nike Airs, I keep all my money

Still slide out the club wit a gorgeous honey

I don't care if it's a hole in the wall, I feel comfortable

Violate P, that's a hole in your jaw

All I want is cranberry and Courvoisier

I'm trying to talk to a dime

Mother****ers, but I still take my time

Suckers, to rob y'all niggas for y'all Cardiers

I got a flow that you hardly hear

And a gun wit a silencer, why 'cause they hardly hear

I got honies flockin around, smoke in the air

Wit a cool ass bomb like Bob Marley there

We gon' drink til we drunk, dance til we drop

And aint nobody leavin til the music stop

Can I get a Soul Clap

Can I get a Soul Clap

We gon' drink til we drunk, dance til we drop

And aint nobody leavin til the music stop

Can I get a Soul Clap

Can I get a Soul Clap

I'm the gentleman to hold the door

I'm the gangsta that's lettin off the three while loadin the four

Rather get a Soul Clap than clap your soul

Honey askin how many blunts I have to roll

I'ma smoke til I'm high, drink til I'm drunk

I'm on my tour, bitches and I ain't get a wink in a month

My favorite color is green

But I'm stacked for the moment so I'ma pick pink for the month

If you could take a hint, then after this party

If you want, hop in the Viper limo with the tints

Got the fifty Cal, so hold that

Tell 'em roll back

I show mother****ers the real meaning of Soul Clap

We gon' drink til we drunk, dance til we drop

And aint nobody leavin til the music stop

Can I get a Soul Clap

Can I get a Soul Clap

We gon' drink til we drunk, dance til we drop

And aint nobody leavin til the music stop

Can I get a Soul Clap

Can I get a Soul Clap

We gon' drink til we drunk, dance til we drop

And aint nobody leavin til the music stop

Can I get a Soul Clap

Can I get a Soul Clap

We gon' drink til we drunk, dance til we drop

And aint nobody leavin til the music stop

Can I get a Soul Clap

Can I get a Soul Clap