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Slapperz & Clapperz Lyrics[Intro: NWM Cee Murdaa]
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Murdaa!
What? (Frrt, frrt)
Frrt (Walk down), ayy, ayy, ayy
(Fuck all these niggas, fuck all the goofies)
Ayy
(Gang, gang)
Ayy

[Chorus: NWM Cee Murdaa]
If it ain't slappin', you don't even need a phone
If her ass ain't clappin', then why should I take her home?
I swear these niggas hella' tender, see 'em fallin' off the bone
Put up racks for the winter, now it's summer, bitches on
Niggas say they havin' drip, well, cheap nigga, put it on
(Put that shit on, put that shit on) Well, nigga, put it on
My nigga just came home from the feds and I put him on
Gave him five P's, you don't owe me, nigga, get it gone

[Verse 1: NWM Cee Murdaa]
Don't shake it like you do on your story, bitch, is that a clone
I wanna hеar it clap-clap-clappin' all day long
Had one down, bitch, don't love her, I don't liе to hoes
Miss my other bitch, so I had to say goodbye to hoes
(Brrt-brrt-brrt-brrt-brrrrt) That's the brick phone
(Brrt-brrt-brrt-brrt-brrrrt) That's the zip phone
(Frrt-frrt-frrt-frrt-grrah) I let the switch blow
Treat the goofies like weed, we got highs and got lows
Let me know what to deliver, say you need a whole load
I don't trust a nigga, I'll let you in, no, you can't get the code
I don't trust hoes, even my bitch ain't even got the code
Give a bitch fifty pillows, make her ass hit the road
Bitches be more solid than these niggas
If a nigga run up on me, man, I'm quick to pull the trigger
Bullets hot, you don't get shot, then yo' ass gon' leave wit' blisters
But I barely graze niggas, always hit niggas

[Chorus: NWM Cee Murdaa]
If it ain't slappin', you don't even need a phone
If her ass ain't clappin', then why should I take her home?
I swear these niggas hella' tender, see 'em fallin' off the bone
Put up racks for the winter, now it's summer, bitches on
Niggas say they havin' drip, well, cheap nigga, put it on
(Put that shit on, put that shit on) Well, nigga, put it on
My nigga just came home from the feds and I put him on
Gave him five P's, you don't owe me, nigga, get it gone

[Verse 2: Myaap]
She gon' shake that dummy ass, make that booty jiggle
She gon' drop it 'till it split, make that booty wiggle
Gotta' stay focused, keep my head on a swivel
He say he love the way I smirk, and the way I giggle
Bum-ass nigga, who is you?
Brodie got that dog on him like Scooby-Doo
Nigga beat down my line, that's what the coochie do
Bitches always in my business, but they pussy loose
Yeah, bitches be junkies, why you sippin' on that juice?
I'm the real Myaap, all you other bitches dupes'
Really 'bout my paper, 'bout my chicken, and my loot
You would think I was Crip the way I rock all this blue
I'm really in my bag and these bitches mad
She gon' throw it back, she gon' make it clap
If I'm on the beat, you know that shit slaps
Fat cat, throw it back, sit it on his lap, baow

[Chorus: NWM Cee Murdaa]
If it ain't slappin', you don't even need a phone
If her ass ain't clappin', then why should I take her home?
I swear these niggas hella' tender, see 'em fallin' off the bone
Put up racks for the winter, now it's summer, bitches on
Niggas say they havin' drip, well, cheap nigga, put it on
(Put that shit on, put that shit on) Well, nigga, put it on
My nigga just came home from the feds and I put him on
Gave him five P's, you don't owe me, nigga, get it gone

[Outro: NWM Cee Murdaa]
Mm, get 'em gone
Uh, mm, uh, uh, uh, nigga, get 'em gone
Ayy, ayy, nigga, get it gone
If she ain't shake it, nigga, then why then would I take her home?