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letra de make it clap - 30 deep grimeyy & nwm cee murdaa

[intro: 30 deep grimeyy]
grimeyy! haha
he can get clapped, clapped, clapped
she can get clapped, clapped, clapped
he can get-
grimeyy! haha
he can get clapped, clapped, clapped
she can get clapped, clapped, clapped

[verse 1: 30 deep grimeyy]
i’m in the scat with the bl!ck on my lap (gang!)
i took the ho shopping, she set up a trap (what?)
d-d-dog with his d-ck, and got whacked for some cash (boom, boom)
i’m drippin’ dior, used to shop at the gap (d-mn!)
a opp caught a cut and got hit in his scab
can f-ck with no n-gga that f-ck with a wack (what?)
we don’t f-ck with no semis, them .30’s go, “blah!” (boom, boom, boom)
my haitian be on it, he push out a “splat!” (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
my yeezy be on it, he push out a boss (boom, boom)
can’t f-ck with no n-ggas that f-ck with the opps
i give hеr some d-ck, and she give mе the drop (d-mn!)
if i don’t give her no cash, i pay her in c-ck (ew)
like [?], got the glock in my crotch
the k got some kicks so i cut off the stocks (30!)
we ain’t sellin’ no thumpers, we linkin’ some wap (gang!)
i been in my bag, just give me my props
[verse 2: nwm cee murdaa]
do you wanna get knocked? (what?) well just send me the drop (on god)
i can pull up and knock, or just pull up, ten shots (boom, boom, boom, boom)
some b-tches gon’ jock, and some b-tches gon’ flock
but don’t put trust in them, i put trust in this glock (at all)
used to slide in the box like the regular [?] (skrrt, skrrt)
he tried to hop out, draco took off his arm (brr, brr!)
homie tried to pull off, draco ripped off the door (rip off!)
i been in my bag, n-gga, go get in yours (b-tch ass!)
can’t f-ck with no n-gga that f-ck with them boys (at all!)
stay sh-ttin’ on n-ggas, got endless, and more (haha)
this money on me, can’t check my [?] (what?)
perks, lean, we the x, b-tch, we got it all for us (woah!)
ain’t crackin’ no blocks, i don’t do that no more (no!)
me and pistol hop out and crack four of his boys (crack!)
we used to do drugs out of anything, now i got money, can throw my lil’ yg’s a foreign (gang!)

[verse 3: 30 deep grimeyy]
these birds took a feather, you know we the same (grimeyy!)
“free bro” ’til he free, he was doin’ his thang (free him!)
don’t ask where we at when you know where we hang (30)
don’t ask where i am, b-tch, you know what i bang (boom, boom, boom)
you ain’t catchin’ no cut, how the f-ck is you gang? (what?)
i f-cked all the ones, now she usin’ my slang
and they toxic, he beat, i’ll f-ck on his main (haha)
know my lil’ brother proud what his brother became
[verse 4: nwm cee murdaa]
pull up, there go the opps, let’s go make ’em rap (skrrt)
first they bumper got tapped, but they spin, we just clap (skrrt, brr, brrap)
you know somebody dead when all six windows cracked (what?)
aw, everybody died? we ain’t gotta spin back (at all!)
i know a old head that’s to push out his lap (what?)
if shots rip through your trunk, hope your man’s in the back (b-tch ass!)
and his ass gets, clapped, clapped, clapped (ha)
knocked his ass off the map, map, map, map (murdaa, b-tch)

- 30 deep grimeyy nwm cee murdaa

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