I Can Make It Clap Lyrics

I can make it clap

If the booty got crust, it's gonna clap harder

Put some flint in there, we got a real firestarter

That's the bottle service that I wanna see

Sparks flyin' out of booties real viciously

I tell you, man, I'm locked in the bathroom

I'm practicing my twerk in the bathroom

I'm clappin' at the judge in the courtroom

I'm twerkin' 'til I'm buried in an ancient tomb

I can make it clap

Don't ya think it's nice to be a twerking king, you kiss the ring

And I don't mean jewelry

Booty got my face contorted, in tears, mourning, bounce by the ounce blue shirt on me

Obsessed with the booty, put my tongue on the dookie

That's a Lil B bar, BasedGod speakin' through me

Eat her doodoo like a toilet

Throw it in a pot and boil it

Toaster oven bake and foil it

These bars took the song and soiled it