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    "Make Dat Azz Clap (Back Clap)" Lyrics

    Project Pat feat. Juvenile

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    [Chorus: repeat 2X]
    Make dat ass clap make it snap (talk to me now)
    Make dat ass smack when I slap (talk to me now)
    If you is the baddest booty the phatest
    Let me hear you holla out I yi yi

    [verse 1]
    Its ya boy P-A-Tza knowin pat'll please her
    hit from the back cuz these gals off the heeza
    bend ova or stroke it yo butt gets a pokin
    the hydro is smokin theres nutt in ya throatin
    yo booty is floatin all round the rooma
    my thang full of gin so dat puddy is dooma
    assume the position mug in the pillow
    hand on the head bow best not to let go
    hand may a slippin head gets a crackin
    I'm all on dat clittin back gets a smackin
    a doggin a slappin my thang in yo stomach
    now move 4 we drank cuz youz bout to vomit
    you swear you can take it so baby dont fake it
    lets gone get a room get high and get naked
    you say that you real and you claimin the hoody
    tha rubber to thang and my thang in yo puddy

    [Chorus - repeat 2X]

    [verse 2]
    Its gold mouth stackin dollars
    where yo sista at cuz she swallors
    big juicy fat I must hollars
    see you in yo pants I may foll'her
    wearin tight clothes make yall scholars
    freaky yung broads that luv ballers
    hesitate to talk nigga stallers
    you can let the steam out yo collar
    luv gettin stuck on 4 hours
    ja-cu-zie livin room showers
    nipples on hard some big knockers
    eyes got bigga than blue blockers
    coochie real tight like school lockers
    treat a lame dude like a true socka
    most gonna pay cuz they luv her
    dog anyway I will knock her

    [Chorus - repeat 2X]

    [verse 3]
    There she go there she go with them g's and strings
    my nigga dont you know she will do some things
    droppin that to the flo bendin knees and bows
    poke it out let it hang then touch ya toes
    never shame in her game its just like a bitch
    she will suck on dat thang like some lick-a-rich
    it'll snap crackle pop call me captain crunch
    got me balled in a knot eat me up fa lunch
    that bootys a big'n good fa dat hittin
    thick like a rhino can do a splittin
    you'll get a stickin like in a flickin
    hit the right spot and cum start drippin
    a flirtin a skirtin a weaver a dirt'n
    you screamin to stop I'm showin no mercy
    wake up kinda early ya breath smeelin perky
    you try kissin me and you needin a cert'n

    [Chorus]
    This song was submitted on December 14th, 2009 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Jordan Houston, Orville Hall, P. Price, Patrick Houston, Paul Beauregard.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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