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Yukmouth - Clap Yo Hands Lyrics

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  • He's Yukmouth
  • [ CHORUS ]
  • He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out
  • He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out, thugged out
  • Yukmouth, he's thugged out
  • He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out, thugged out
  • If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands
  • If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands
  • If you're thuggin and you know it
  • When you're hustlin, nigga, show it
  • If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands
  • But if you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet
  • But if you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet
  • But if you're ballin and you know it
  • Shot-callin and you show it
  • If you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet
  • [ VERSE 1 ]
  • Yukmouth pursue the Benjamins, the future like Timbaland
  • Eat shrooms like Eminem, pop X like Lil' Kim
  • Hot sex to gentlemans puffin Havana
  • Bring ya drugs to Atlanta if you don't ***** with bammer
  • You only ***** with chron', be poppin Cris Don
  • You rockin Big John's, your watch is glistenan
  • You ain't watchin the Pistons inside your dot six'n
  • You got a hot chicken who never stops lickin
  • I smoke the hash to ashes, my click be draggin tatted
  • I probably pop a tablet but never ***** with acid
  • My *****es be the baddest, petite with fat asses
  • Proceed to stack the cabbage, till we in lavish mansions
  • Aiyo, I toast to that, my niggas toast to that
  • Cause I was broker back in the days wearin crocker sacks
  • Now I smoke doja sacks, I'm never goin back
  • I got the house, the Jaguar and the Rover, black
  • [ CHORUS ]
  • [ VERSE 2 ]
  • You like menage-a-trois, you ***** with exotic broads
  • You drive exotic cars, you smoke chronic by the jars
  • Your platinum teeth diamond, your platinum piece diamond
  • You on them streets rhymin, you makin g's timin
  • You slap a ***** out, you slap a nigga out
  • You slap a pimp out, you slap a trick out
  • Pistol-whip a snitch down, get hit with a pistol
  • We sippin Cris now, my niggas rich now
  • We at them play-offs, baby, we at the Super Bowl
  • We in Las Vegas, baby, fight night as usual
  • I switch and gatored out, gaffled and papered out
  • Pull stretch Navigators out, TV-/PlayStation-ed out
  • Y'all niggas hate us now, two thou I say this now
  • Jackers wanna lay me down, rappers wanna spray me down
  • But they can't ***** with Yuk cause I'm a Thug Lord
  • That's gon' bring em that hardcore if they want more
  • [ VERSE 3 ]
  • You fly to Cancun, you take flights to Jamaica
  • You love them damn shrooms, you love Garcia Vegas
  • You take flights to the Bahamas, you fight your baby mama
  • That child payment drama, then flipped her a new Mercedes, partner
  • You're not a Captain Save Her cause hoes be pullin capers
  • You smoke 'dro different flavors, X Men like Doctor and Xavier
  • Pop pills like Christian Slater, you on a mission, player
  • You always spendin paper, ***** ice, we gettin glaciers
  • My neck bling-blingin, Rolex bling-blingin
  • 20" bling-blingin, my set bling-blingin
  • But if it was back in the days I'd take a nigga bling
  • Take a nigga ring, break and make a nigga scream
  • I was slingin powder sacks, I'm where them dollars at
  • Till I holler back at niggas that sip more syrup than Project Pat
  • Now I ***** with Rap-A-Lot, I hit the jackpot
  • We like to scrap a lot, so busters keep your gats *****ed
  • [ CHORUS ]

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