Clap lyrics

Artist  : Young Rome 
Song : Clap



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(feat. Rufus Blaq)



Just show a little flesh 

Let me see a little flesh (mami, mami)

Just show a little flesh

Let me see a little flesh (mami, mami)

Just show a little flesh

Let me see a little flesh



[Rome Rap 1:]

I’m so hood and I cant change

Rip blocks from Venice

All the way to Fullton to Saint James

LA to BK

Young Rome and I’m serious

Born hustler more clever then my nemesis

Pop bottles like I’m Michael Jordon in the
90’s

Six ring all I do is big things

Fall sickin

My taste

Big ass, small waist

Flawless face

Really don’t matter the race

Cause we all black as soon as the lights go
out

If the head good I might show out

If its right I’m tight like a feen

When dis pipe blow out

The fifth ward

Let a psycho out

Young Rome like a redneck with his rifle out

What’s that glow, mami ice no doubt

Rhinestone never

We have conference calls with Jacob

Been like this ever since I got my cake up

Pick up the dirt off the concrete and shake
up

Been caring my timbs since B2K break up

I’m like Patton with no Shaq, Kobe the
mailman

One word that don’t compete in my brains
is failing man



[Chorus]

Mami show a little flesh ,let me see you ma

Put a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma

Let your boyfriend go he’s a chi-chi
man

Put a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma



[Rome Rap 2:]

We bag more then broads

We bag cities

You can have those hood rats with those t-bag
tities

Rome gotta like him I’m slappin these
dudes silly

Rip the nerve out your body that don’t
feel me

I rock the party like Bizzy B in his prime

I’m cool as an AC I’m not Busta
Rhymes

No disrespect but I’m smooth as a Jazz
artist

But live as the Roots

Homey I’m beyond the hottest

I’m not a star

I’m the sun

Not #2

I am the 1

I am not a rose

I am the gun

And I spit for the half niggas sleep on cots

Started from nothing 

Dreaming of boats and yachts

Man I use to dream a lot but then I stop
sleepin

Got on my grizzle and kept bizzy

Got my mind right, money right

Never tricked

Chicks mad cause i’m tight

Cheap as a birds language

I aint the one mami



[Chorus]

Mami show a little flesh ,let me see you ma

Put a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma

Let your boyfriend go he’s a chi-chi
man

Put a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma



[Rufus Blaq Rap:]

Man I done seen it all

Niggas clapped up over brick shoot outs

With po-po, pepper stray, bully sticks

Broads impressed with this willy shit

Think willy’s a trick?

Have Diddy sippin on Cris on some silly shit

I don’t drink from yellow bottles

I like my liquor brown as just jo

Hold a grudge no

I erase enemy’s like Bubba fat

Take stars to ball

Clap like the grammy awards

Down hits, seven up

Spit hit, seven up

Missed seven enough

Shredem up

Setem up, wetem up

Shock wont letem up

Hittem twice more cause he aint dead enough

Call me iron man

Think I’m sexy now

You should see me in my boxer

You think my flow is obnoxious 

I got old donuts in my refrigerator

Harder then you

You niggas know how we do

What bitch!!!



[Repeat Chorus]