Adin ross ft Tory lanez – she make it clap (freestyle)

Adin ross ft Tory lanez – she make it clap (freestyle) Lyrics

Artist: Adin ross ft Tory lanez
Song: she make it clap (freestyle)

She make it clap (freestyle) Lyrics – Adin ross
Earl On The Beat
Lousy
Yeah, huh, yeah, yeah

Ayy, uh, uh
Okay, Tory in my room, we bustin’ up a stream
I’m with Jasper, we gonna get this cream
Cash rules everything around me

I got bars, I’m white, and see
Look, yeah, A-Rag, he gave me that name, it’s nice
I like your motherf#ckin’ hat, yeah, I’ma fight
In the ring, I’m fighting Faze Rug (2 milli)

2 milli (5 milli, 5 milli), 2 milli (5 milli, we manage you)
Oh, okay, 5 milli manages me
Yeah, I gotta slap this beat
Yeah, I just got done beatin’ my motherf#ckin’ wife

You guys were in sync
Tory, take over, go crazy
Uh, uh, uh, uh, take over
f#cked a bad b#tch, now she need a makeover

Uh, these n#gg#s, they talkin’ on tracks
As soon as I see ’em I can tell they over
I’m f#ckin’ these b#tches
Runnin’ on time, I’m runnin’ these switches

Bunch of hoes cummin’ all over my…
Bunch of b#tches cummin’ all over my dick
They come in my kitchen, they washin’ my dishes
Washin’ my clothes, f#ckin’ these hoes

With the bros, and ya know
And I’m, spendin’ millis on clothes
Bad lil’ b#tches, we gettin’ rich than a m#th*rf#ck*r
Ayy, got b#tches and they all on my dick ’cause I’m

Hella rich with the motherf#ckin’ sh#t and I
Ayy, don’t play, bad b#tch come with me
And she keep an AK, ’cause that’s the end of the day
We rollin’ up pressure

You playin’ gangsta, we’ll test ya
I got, f#ck, wait, 20,000 on the dresser
She wanna f#ck so I bless her
That boy an opp we don’t mess with

That boy an opp we don’t mess with him, uh
We shoot like we shoot at the rim
f#ck, he got the F, f#ck
He got the ad-lib, that sh#t sound cool

She see them racks and the chain and she drool, f#ck
She make it clap, clap
Yeah, she make it clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, go, Jas

It’s me, it’s me, baldie
Not anymore, got a duey
A-Rag in the C
In the booth, in a geek

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (Fantom)
Smokin’ on packs, preferably Black Leprachaun
All of these hoes, they on my arm

All of these b#tches, they know I’m a don
Stuntin’ on the b#tches come back to the 6s
I spit 3s like I’m playin’ with the 6s
Bad b#tch like she playin’ with the mixes

Bad b#tches keep playin’ with my jig, uh
Bad b#tch wanna get on my Insta
I told the b#tch to keep chill and be quiet
I got bad b#tches tryna get by

Don’t chill ‘fore a n#gg# get violent
I got bad b#tches and they comin’ wildin’
Ayy, I see a m#th*rf#ck*r smilin’
20,000 bad b#tches on an island

20,000 bad b#tches goin’ private, mmm
She make it clap, I got the strap
21 gats, feel like I’m Savage
21 b#tches and none of them average

I’m gon’ f#ck me tonight me a bad b#tch
I don’t give a f#ck about n#gg#s
I don’t give a f#ck about hoes
I don’t give a f#ck ’bout your bros

I don’t give a f#ck ’bout your toes
Your hoes, your manicure, pedicure, toes
I’m comin’ on the block with the rocks
20 inch Glocks in my socks

n#gg#s keep blowin’ that crazy #ss sh#t
If I go to jail I’ma keep it locked in the sock
I got that from Ken, all of my hoes, they spend
On me all at the mall, I’m bendin’ Benzes

20 inch rims on my Enzos
b#tches is coming to the mall and they goin’ in frenzies
Lookin’ at Tory, look at my story
All of these b#tches they look at me growin’ up fast like a n#gg# was 40

I don’t even know what I’m sayin’ but tonight I’m ’bout to take y’all b#tches and have me an orgy
The remake! Ho-ho! (Hahahaha)
Who did this one, huh?
Oh my gosh, those trumpets are horrible

Uh, uh, ayy
Uh, who the f#ck remade my beat? Damn
Mm, who the f#ck remade my beat? Damn, this is the hook
Ayy, who the f#ck remade my beat? Damn

Shit, who the f#ck remade my beat? Ayy
Who the f#ck remade my beat?
I’m comin’ down in the ’64 like Eazy-E when I’m bustin’ that streak
I got hoes that’s comin’ in, wanna come f#ck me, you know that they bustin’ on me

If she squirtin’ too much I’ll kick her out of the crib, stop bustin’ on me
I be stuntin’ on all of these hoes
Comin’ through bustin’ on all of my shows
Comin’ through ballin’ like all of the pros

I be on stunner with all of my hoes, ayy
I got the iPhone 6, sellin’ bricks off the b#tch
Bad lil’ nicks off the chick
Bad lil’ hip when I come through and b#tch likes coke on my sh#t ’cause the b#tch take a sniff off my dick

I’m ballin’ I keep comin’ in callin’
Bad lil’ b#tch and the comin’ in rawin’
Ayy, stuntin’ like Ross, I’m spauldin’, that mean I’m ballin’
n#gg# I said it too many times but it’s okay ’cause the shit’s gon rhyme

Every time I comin’ through, know, 1 2 3 4 5 6 10, I’m comin’ with the dimes
I be stuntin’, he’s goin’ crazy! Gimme the hook
Who the f#ck remade my beat? Damn, uh, uh
Who the f#ck remade my beat? Damn, uh, uh

Who the f#ck remade my beat? Damn
Y’all stupid #ss n#gg#s stop tryna come up off me, damn, uh, uh
Who the f#ck remade my beat? These trumpets suck
A-Rag be rappin’ so motherf#ckin’ hard (Hard, b#tch)

I just took this motherf#ckin’ rap, it’s a bar
Bar, b#tch, Tory signed me that’s a motherf#ckin’ car
Speed speed car race car all cars
I’m a rock star, I’ma go to mars

I’ma go to venus, can I see your…?
Hold up tory, wait
Look, look, I really spit some sh#t, I really got a flow
I really go all day, call me the pro

Look, I just got done f#ckin’ your ugly #ss ho
She wasn’t really ugly, kinda meaty
She had a nice, uh, graffiti, beaty, booty
Real Florida sh#t, call me a jit

I got bars, what? I got bars and a yurr rist, stars, it’s a space ship
And I am the one that is gonna make it
Florida is the place where I was born and raised
That shit’s the best, that sh#t is awesome, you deserve to get your grace

Spread, call me Lil’ Baby and 42 Dugg
Or should I say 420 Dugg, he’s next to me, he’s buff
Hold on, let me go in, 941 sh#t, Florida sh#t
Yeah I’m from it, born and raised like I said call me a jit

Don’t interrupt me this time because then I’m gonna get upset
But look, look Tory, I got this beat, shout out to Kodak
He’s the one, he’s the best from Florida
There’s a lot of talent from there

But look, look, look, look, I got
Look, look, look, look you need glasses
You’re gonna get hooked hooked hooked
Because I am a nice rapper

I could take off, slam it down, DeRosen, call me a rapper
A raptor, I meant, I meant a rapper
Yes I’m an NBA player can’t you see?
I’m really killin’ this beat, I need you to take it from me please

f#ck no, this n#gg# trash as hell, he tryna roast me
I don’t got no motherf#ckin’ bars today
I just came on here ’cause he gay
I don’t know what else to say

Uh, pass this sh#ts to Tory
I was in Miami last night, 40 b#tches all at the story
Pullin’ up down in the yurrs
Fly a bad b#tch out to paris

I knew she was gon’ f#ck me
Soon as she walked in, stepped on my terrace
I stunt so hard, I walk in the buildin’ like oh my god
It’s so many broads, in the Wraith when you look up it’s so many stars

She say oh my gosh, I told her lil b#tch say OMG
Pullin’ on blocks we throwin’ 3
I’m throwin’ them blocks, I’m throwin’ 3
n#gg#s wanna talk, I don’t give a f#ck

Stuntin’ on the blcoks and these ducks
Bad b#tches know they gonna look stuck
Ridin’ in the cut, hoes get, ayy, I, I gotta nut, what?
Yo, f#ck, b#tch got a butt

#ss so fat but her face lookin’ like a duck
I don’t give a f#ck ’cause the #ss so fat that it look good enough
For the night, yeah, I get it right
Uh, everytime that I type

I don’t write on Twitter
Bad b#tches know me as the n#gg#
Stuntin’ on the block, 25s with the jiggas
Bad lil’ b#tches poppin’ mollies and the jiggas

In the block and you know I’m poppin’ on the swisher
In the house just like swisher
I be ballin’ on these n#gg#s 20 times through the week
If the beat don’t come back, we go to sleep, ayy

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From the album:
ADIN ROSS [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021