Applause Songtext
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Applause Songtext
Uhhh I had ran that check
Yeah guns go clap
Hop in Maybach′s
Uhh
Yeah ya bitch on lap
We never slack
We bring the pack
Uhh
Bitch we hop on jets
Hunnid bands on his back
Pussy boy get whacked
Uhh
N**** I never lack, hunnid round in the tech
Yeah that boy all cap
Cartier glasses can blind you
Cartier glasses can't find you
Pour up a deuce of the tech in the sprite too
Gun get the talking, I Damn sure can fight you
64 diamonds my chain call me Goonew
Them niggas they bitch made, them ho niggas foo foo
Fuck on these hos cuz they think that I′m so cool
I want all beef boy don't give me no tofu
I let the beat keep bumping, let the heat keep coming
Let the bitch keep sucking, I made nothing into something
I let my wrist keep flooding, yeah that boy up to something,
Keep on drip like I'm plumbing, and them dracs get the cuttin
I never fucked with hugging, making money all of a sudden
Starting foreigns with a button, call us bees cuz we buzzing
I chase the bag when I′m running, bitches can′t tell me nothing
She think I'm her husband, that weight got him thuggin
Uhhh I had ran that check
Yeah guns go clap
Hop in Maybach′s
Uhh
Yeah ya bitch on lap
We never slack
We bring the pack
Uhh
Bitch we hop on jets
Hunnid bands on his back
Pussy boy get whacked
Uhh
N**** I never lack, hunnid round in the tech
Yeah that boy all cap
Yeah that gas stink but it's fresh like it′s subway
My dick through her stomach, I said fuck an X-ray
7 days of the week 7 times that I get paid
Feel like I'm ice cube cuz today is a good day
The way I′m be drippin' put me on a Broadway
She sucked my dick clean, like she licked off a glass plate
They loving my music, they got it on replay
Always been flexing, used to flex on my classmates
I pop my shot for these freaks and these broads
Me and KayM whipping exotic cars
My niggas they love popping shit with them rods
The way my fit set up it's wet like a frog
That shit kind of strange that shit lookin′ odd
When I make me some M′s all these people applause
Putting heat on the beat, only thing that's my job
Feel like a magician, pull everyone cards
Uhhh I had ran that check
Yeah guns go clap
Hop in Maybach′s
Uhh
Yeah ya bitch on lap
We never slack
We bring the pack
Uhh
Bitch we hop on jets
Hunnid bands on his back
Pussy boy get whacked
Uhh
N**** I never lack, hunnid round in the tech
Yeah that boy all cap
Yeah guns go clap
Hop in Maybach′s
Uhh
Yeah ya bitch on lap
We never slack
We bring the pack
Uhh
Bitch we hop on jets
Hunnid bands on his back
Pussy boy get whacked
Uhh
N**** I never lack, hunnid round in the tech
Yeah that boy all cap
Cartier glasses can blind you
Cartier glasses can't find you
Pour up a deuce of the tech in the sprite too
Gun get the talking, I Damn sure can fight you
64 diamonds my chain call me Goonew
Them niggas they bitch made, them ho niggas foo foo
Fuck on these hos cuz they think that I′m so cool
I want all beef boy don't give me no tofu
I let the beat keep bumping, let the heat keep coming
Let the bitch keep sucking, I made nothing into something
I let my wrist keep flooding, yeah that boy up to something,
Keep on drip like I'm plumbing, and them dracs get the cuttin
I never fucked with hugging, making money all of a sudden
Starting foreigns with a button, call us bees cuz we buzzing
I chase the bag when I′m running, bitches can′t tell me nothing
She think I'm her husband, that weight got him thuggin
Uhhh I had ran that check
Yeah guns go clap
Hop in Maybach′s
Uhh
Yeah ya bitch on lap
We never slack
We bring the pack
Uhh
Bitch we hop on jets
Hunnid bands on his back
Pussy boy get whacked
Uhh
N**** I never lack, hunnid round in the tech
Yeah that boy all cap
Yeah that gas stink but it's fresh like it′s subway
My dick through her stomach, I said fuck an X-ray
7 days of the week 7 times that I get paid
Feel like I'm ice cube cuz today is a good day
The way I′m be drippin' put me on a Broadway
She sucked my dick clean, like she licked off a glass plate
They loving my music, they got it on replay
Always been flexing, used to flex on my classmates
I pop my shot for these freaks and these broads
Me and KayM whipping exotic cars
My niggas they love popping shit with them rods
The way my fit set up it's wet like a frog
That shit kind of strange that shit lookin′ odd
When I make me some M′s all these people applause
Putting heat on the beat, only thing that's my job
Feel like a magician, pull everyone cards
Uhhh I had ran that check
Yeah guns go clap
Hop in Maybach′s
Uhh
Yeah ya bitch on lap
We never slack
We bring the pack
Uhh
Bitch we hop on jets
Hunnid bands on his back
Pussy boy get whacked
Uhh
N**** I never lack, hunnid round in the tech
Yeah that boy all cap
Writer(s): Darrell Baker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
