CLAPPIN' (feat. Xamsa)

Clappin' that bitch Bring her back to the ritz And she doin the splits And she doing the splits Clappin' that bitch Bring her back to the ritz And she doin the splits And she doing the splits Clappin' that bitch Bring her back to the ritz And she doin the splits And she doing the splits Clappin' that bitch Bring her back to the ritz And she doin the splits And she doing the splits I walked in, I walked out with like three bitches, f*ck they talkin bout Got one white, got two dark, like some oreos on a summer night And they swing both ways, so we call em' bi And they recognized that I'm that guy Who could change their life in a blink of an eye So they leave, and come stay for the night Clappin' that bitch Bring her back to the ritz And she doin the splits And she doing the splits Clappin' that bitch Bring her back to the ritz And she doin the splits And she doing the splits Saw a bad bitch, so I walked over Eyes blurred up because I wasn't sober I was crossed over, you was crowded up So I stepped forward, and reached over, but you felt occupied Surrounded by like 20 guys, huh But you didn't share not no eyes Clappin' that bitch Bring her back to the ritz And she doin the splits And she doing the splits Clappin' that bitch Bring her back to the ritz And she doin the splits And she doing the splits Drop it down, get low, and get high Drop it down, get low, and get high Drop it down, get low, and get high Drop it down, get low, and get high Drop it down, get low, and get high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high Drop it down, get low, and get High Drop it down, get low, and get High Drop it down, get low, and get high Drop it down, get low, and get high Drop it down, get low, and get high Drop it down, get low, and get high, high Drop it down, get low, and get high, high