Styles P Soul Clap Lyrics


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Album: Track 12 on A Gangster and a Gentleman
Length: 3:18

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[Verse 1]
I'm a drink 'til I drop on my ***, this is Holiday
I'm a go and celebrate and hop on the ***
That's one more chance, **** Frank White ain't dead
Think you the ****, leave me your chick, the light ain't red
Matter fact just want to leave 'cause the fights is on
I'm a still be here when the lights is on
Got a fat *** in front of me, Dutch in my mouth
Wit a Corona in my left hand
You try to front I'll coma your best man
I keep a trick on my sleeve, more like a two fifth on my sleeve
Then I switch it to the trey-duce
In my back pocket, so me and love can stay loose
It's like thugs ain't partyin, I smoke 20 dimes
I seen 20 dimes I love they body and
P tryin to score for the night
And to tell you the truth, my **** blown if we war for the night

[Hook: x 2]
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap [gun clicks]
Can I get a Soul Clap [gun clicks]

[Verse 2]
Ah-yo **** is still gravy though
I keep a open case, the block hot I need a song for the radio
P at the club, *****s scared to let they lady go
Foot Locker 4 for 20's
Could a had her some jeans, Nike Airs, I keep all my money
Still slide out the club wit a gorgeous honey
I don't care if it's a hole in the wall, I feel comfortable
Violate P, that's a hole in your jaw
All I want is cranberry and Courvoisier
I'm trying to talk to a dime
************, but I still take my time
**********, to rob why'all *****s for why'all Cardiers
I got a flow that you hardly hear
And a gun wit a silencer, why 'cause they hardly hear
I got honies flockin around, smoke in the air
Wit a cool *** bomb like Bob Marley there

[Hook: x 2]

[Verse 3]
I'm the gentleman to hold the door
I'm the gangsta that's lettin off the three while loadin the four
Rather get a Soul Clap than clap your soul
Honey askin how many blunts I have to roll
I'm a smoke til I'm high, drink til I'm drunk
I'm on my tour, **** and I ain't get a wink in a month
My favorite color is green
But I'm stacked for the moment so I'ma pick pink for the month
If you could take a hint, then after this party
If you want, hop in the Viper limo with the tints
Got the fifty Cal, so hold that
Tell 'em roll back
I show *****s the real meaning of Soul Clap

[Hook: x 2]
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