Lirik Lagu Clap - Young Rome
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(feat. Rufus Blaq)
Just show a little fleshLet me see a little flesh (mami, mami)Just show a little fleshLet me see a little flesh (mami, mami)Just show a little fleshLet me see a little flesh
[Rome Rap 1:]I’m so hood and I cant changeRip blocks from VeniceAll the way to Fullton to Saint JamesLA to BKYoung Rome and I’m seriousBorn hustler more clever then my nemesisPop bottles like I’m Michael Jordon in the 90’sSix ring all I do is big thingsFall sickinMy tasteBig ass, small waistFlawless faceReally don’t matter the raceCause we all black as soon as the lights go outIf the head good I might show outIf its right I’m tight like a feenWhen dis pipe blow outThe fifth wardLet a psycho outYoung Rome like a redneck with his rifle outWhat’s that glow, mami ice no doubtRhinestone neverWe have conference calls with JacobBeen like this ever since I got my cake upPick up the dirt off the concrete and shake upBeen caring my timbs since B2K break upI’m like Patton with no Shaq, Kobe the mailmanOne word that don’t compete in my brains is failing man
[Chorus]Mami show a little flesh ,let me see you maPut a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya maLet your boyfriend go he’s a chi-chi manPut a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma
[Rome Rap 2:]We bag more then broadsWe bag citiesYou can have those hood rats with those t-bag titiesRome gotta like him I’m slappin these dudes sillyRip the nerve out your body that don’t feel meI rock the party like Bizzy B in his primeI’m cool as an AC I’m not Busta RhymesNo disrespect but I’m smooth as a Jazz artistBut live as the RootsHomey I’m beyond the hottestI’m not a starI’m the sunNot #2I am the 1I am not a roseI am the gunAnd I spit for the half niggas sleep on cotsStarted from nothingDreaming of boats and yachtsMan I use to dream a lot but then I stop sleepinGot on my grizzle and kept bizzyGot my mind right, money rightNever trickedChicks mad cause i’m tightCheap as a birds languageI aint the one mami
[Chorus]Mami show a little flesh ,let me see you maPut a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya maLet your boyfriend go he’s a chi-chi manPut a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma
[Rufus Blaq Rap:]Man I done seen it allNiggas clapped up over brick shoot outsWith po-po, pepper stray, bully sticksBroads impressed with this willy shitThink willy’s a trick?Have Diddy sippin on Cris on some silly shitI don’t drink from yellow bottlesI like my liquor brown as Judge JoeHold a grudge noI erase enemy’s like Bubba fatTake stars to ballClap like the grammy awardsDown hits, seven upSpit hit, seven upMissed seven enoughShredem upSetem up, wetem upShock wont letem upHittem twice more cause he aint dead enoughCall me iron manThink I’m sexy nowYou should see me in my boxerYou think my flow is obnoxiousI got old donuts in my refrigeratorHarder then youYou niggas know how we doWhat bitch!!!
[Repeat Chorus]
Just show a little fleshLet me see a little flesh (mami, mami)Just show a little fleshLet me see a little flesh (mami, mami)Just show a little fleshLet me see a little flesh
[Rome Rap 1:]I’m so hood and I cant changeRip blocks from VeniceAll the way to Fullton to Saint JamesLA to BKYoung Rome and I’m seriousBorn hustler more clever then my nemesisPop bottles like I’m Michael Jordon in the 90’sSix ring all I do is big thingsFall sickinMy tasteBig ass, small waistFlawless faceReally don’t matter the raceCause we all black as soon as the lights go outIf the head good I might show outIf its right I’m tight like a feenWhen dis pipe blow outThe fifth wardLet a psycho outYoung Rome like a redneck with his rifle outWhat’s that glow, mami ice no doubtRhinestone neverWe have conference calls with JacobBeen like this ever since I got my cake upPick up the dirt off the concrete and shake upBeen caring my timbs since B2K break upI’m like Patton with no Shaq, Kobe the mailmanOne word that don’t compete in my brains is failing man
[Chorus]Mami show a little flesh ,let me see you maPut a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya maLet your boyfriend go he’s a chi-chi manPut a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma
[Rome Rap 2:]We bag more then broadsWe bag citiesYou can have those hood rats with those t-bag titiesRome gotta like him I’m slappin these dudes sillyRip the nerve out your body that don’t feel meI rock the party like Bizzy B in his primeI’m cool as an AC I’m not Busta RhymesNo disrespect but I’m smooth as a Jazz artistBut live as the RootsHomey I’m beyond the hottestI’m not a starI’m the sunNot #2I am the 1I am not a roseI am the gunAnd I spit for the half niggas sleep on cotsStarted from nothingDreaming of boats and yachtsMan I use to dream a lot but then I stop sleepinGot on my grizzle and kept bizzyGot my mind right, money rightNever trickedChicks mad cause i’m tightCheap as a birds languageI aint the one mami
[Chorus]Mami show a little flesh ,let me see you maPut a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya maLet your boyfriend go he’s a chi-chi manPut a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma
[Rufus Blaq Rap:]Man I done seen it allNiggas clapped up over brick shoot outsWith po-po, pepper stray, bully sticksBroads impressed with this willy shitThink willy’s a trick?Have Diddy sippin on Cris on some silly shitI don’t drink from yellow bottlesI like my liquor brown as Judge JoeHold a grudge noI erase enemy’s like Bubba fatTake stars to ballClap like the grammy awardsDown hits, seven upSpit hit, seven upMissed seven enoughShredem upSetem up, wetem upShock wont letem upHittem twice more cause he aint dead enoughCall me iron manThink I’m sexy nowYou should see me in my boxerYou think my flow is obnoxiousI got old donuts in my refrigeratorHarder then youYou niggas know how we doWhat bitch!!!
[Repeat Chorus]
