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    Busta Rhymes / Lyrics

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    "Make It Clap" Lyrics

    Busta Rhymes feat. Spliff Star

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    Genre:Hip-Hop
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    [Intro: Busta Rhymes]
    Just make it clap, just make it clap
    Ay yo we 'bout to take everybody from every street
    And throw a party in the Grand Canyon, come on!!!
    Ah ha, yeah yeah, uh ah uh, yeah yeah, ah, ah, ah
    Flipmode baby, yeah, check it out

    [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
    Hey! Hey! Ain't no fakin the fluid
    Water drippin off asses of women that's shakin it to it
    While I'm takin you through it, no mistakin my crew is
    Flipmode baby!!! got you actin all stupid
    Now I'm back in the cupid, just to tell you the truth is
    Them niggas that be havin you blacken and ready to lose it
    Pushin lambos and harley rockin Roberto Cavalli (Huh!)
    Now I got a new hobby diamonds and tattoos and bodies
    Watch me crash through the party, go 'head and spaz girl
    Tatoo in the name of my click across yo' ass girl
    We 'bout to blast girl, from here to Albuquerque
    Like jamaican niggas rockin big chains in socker jerseys
    Take you on hotter journeys, the way we put it down
    And be hittin be havin you shittin more than a box of hersheys
    We come to control it we come to command it
    And just for the record we always come to set a new standard
    Act like you know

    [Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
    Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
    And if you want us to set it just give me the word
    This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
    To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
    Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
    Just make it clap

    [Verse 2: Spliff Star]
    See you a hot little mama it's only right that I holla
    Love your face love your smile love that ass in a Prada
    Make it, bounce up and down like the six four impalla
    Turn around wiggle it like you shakin it for dollars
    Girl your skin tone pretty and you love top wear Vickey
    Sport Gucci and Gabbana when you love the world is sticky
    Got a, crib in the city with a cherry eight fifty
    We could cruise down the avenue and shop till you dizzy
    Throw some karats in your pinky have your neck and wrist blingy
    I could bless you with it all boo but never say gimme
    We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all models
    Vroom vroom on the Calisport instead of Gucci goggles
    I'm a fly little nigga boo enough for you to dig it boo
    Hit me up later we can go somewhere and kick it boo
    The name is Spliff baby I'll make you man hate me
    Cause my shit's steak and gravy plus my pipe gettin crazy baby

    [Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
    Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
    And if you want us to set it just give me the word
    This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
    To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
    Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
    Just make it clap

    [Bridge: Busta Rhymes]
    I say come on if your ready, we wylin all night
    We make you feel good, make you feel right
    See they drunk off of the henny, niggas wanna fight
    Shit these bitches be wearin be fittin real tight
    Niggas up in the club, niggas outside
    Bag a couple bitches, bring 'em in inmtside
    Shorty dodgin and dippin, shorty tryin to hide
    Busy dodgin a nigga because she wanna ride, come on if ya....

    [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
    All ready we come to muscle y'all women
    Come on, rastle and try to hastle and hustle y'all women
    Come on, you you you you see how we bubble y'all women
    Come on, dibble and dabble how we be lovin y'all women
    Come on

    [Spliff Star]
    Let's get it on and let me hit it with my fitted on
    Never mind a slow jam pump one of Biggie's songs
    Strip, yell or purr her off show me that butter soft
    Open wide ma swallow when I let it off, yo

    [Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
    Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
    And if you want us to set it just give me the word
    This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
    To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
    Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
    Just make it clap

    [Outro]
    Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
    Just make it clap
    This song was last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Emi Music Publishing, Sony/atv Music Publishing Llc.
    Written by Trevor Smith, William Lewis, Ricardo Thomas.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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