Clap - Solomon Childs, Cappadonna, Polite

Clap - Solomon Childs, Cappadonna, Polite

Год
2022
Язык
`英語`
Длительность
157670

以下は曲の歌詞です Clap 、アーティスト - Solomon Childs, Cappadonna, Polite 翻訳付き

歌詞 " Clap "

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Clap

Solomon Childs, Cappadonna, Polite

Come on… stand up Staten Island*

Come on, what?

What?

Going down

Come on, clap, clap, clap

Ya’ll muthafuckas thought I was gone?

Come on, clap, clap, clap

Pop pop, muthafuckas, it’s on

Yo, it’s been a while since you heard the god, thought that I fell off?

I had to hibernate, yo, never that, congratulate the boss

My life’s like a movie feature, shit is hectic

The God paint the picture, but you slobs get the credit

You wonder why I’m still on the grind?

It’s just a way of life

What I got to do to live, this is what I got to give

Blood, sweat &energy, a thug don’t cry

Why should I shed tears?

Yo I’m in too deep, yo I was raised in

Yo, figure out my movements, federal watch

They said they got the boss snapshots, metal was cop

Catch me, graphical speaker, vision is clear

Could be the reefer, vision impaired, it gets deeper

Ch&agne, quarter to eight, makin''em sick

Face it, we bubble music like we jugglin’bricks

It’s a hustle, confrontation we handle

Beef we never worry, cash, we never worry

Pop pop, muthafuckas, it’s on…

Murder Island, oh shit, we don’t take no shit

Give me the dough quick, we roll so thick

How is it that trespasses ho’s get dick

What you know about this, we peep with the four-fifth

You can’t see the bulk of it, that’s our soldier shit

Peep the bolder fist, we uplift, first niggaz to win

First niggaz to flip, pop the clip for the architechts it’s

No glitter, no glamour, no necklace, young &restless

Fuck a VIP, fuck the guest list, we spit lungies

And spark asbestos, we on some next shit, it’s the best shit

Staten Island shit, Richmond Road be the exit

Don’t get your legs tripped…

Pop pop, muthafuckas, it’s on…

Woola heads representing Staten Island’s criminal slums

We got the dirtiest sweatpants, but bit, we got bullets in the guns

Ass full of jums, blood all over my burberry

Do what I gotta do to eat, eat what I gotta eat

The Theodore Unit, got the security

I’m harder than shots of tequila, Solomon

A/K/A killa, deal 'em with the fever

Pop a nigga head off, when I’m feeling the fever

More clips from my motion picture, what’s good about it?

And what’s bad about it, my ancestors speak Egyptian

Who wanna preview the killings first?

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