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Clap Widdit
Hip-Hop/Rap
Clap Widdit was released on January 11, 2023 by Claymore Industries as a part of the album Ylmwid
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AlbumYlmwid
Release DateJanuary 11, 2023
LabelClaymore Industries
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Claymore
Claymore
Lead Vocals
Robby Blair
Robby Blair
Performer
Alice Ardelean
Alice Ardelean
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Claymore
Claymore
Lyrics
Robby Blair
Robby Blair
Composer
Clayton Jones
Clayton Jones
Songwriter
Robert Blair
Robert Blair
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Claymore
Claymore
Mixing Engineer
Robby Blair
Robby Blair
Producer

Lyrics

(hook)
Who be that **** with the cooked crack penmanship
Exporting raw material in front of mad witnesses
Now clap widdit, bitch, clap widdit, ho (x2)
Bomb with the air raid siren and the klaxon
Lighting up the room, so assume you getting clapped on
(verse 1)
They say that I'm a quiet storm, more like a silent bomb
I was forged in, alcohol and fire like a Molotov
Giving you the word on the corner like it's Final Call
I defy the laws, I'm the source of a riot caused//
Morse code with the lines and the bars
Bitch, I shine like Orion, I align like the stars
Snake on the lawn, dog, you hide in the moss
****, CEO, status, I'm defined as a boss//
They say I'm bar-heavy
Scrawny **** can't lift 'em, cause my bars heavy
Time to go to war, it's deadly, hope you all ready
I rip apart, melodies, wit da raw medley, it's all messy//
Say, Laissez les bon temps rouler
Hip hooray, hope you waving ya pom-poms this way
Like you bout to spray the blazers, ya arms on display
Bitch, i got you in a state of alarm, bombs away//
(Hook)
(verse 2)
I was once told to work smarter, not harder
Bitch, I do what I wanna, come hell or high water
If I live as a pauper, then I'd rather die a martyr
Give it all, that I got and, leave the rest to my (daughter)//
Aw shit, why bother, I'm a one of one
All sisters, no brothers, I’m my mother’s son
Fuck running to be runner-up, be the number-one
We The Best, “another one”, hotter than the summer sun//
Wherever I be stopping is my land
I be chomping on some ramen in Osaka in Japan
Black beach, Santorini, ****, stomping in the sand
Might be, African, but I prolly get a tan//
Fuck pissing in a pot, as a pop, getting panned
**** wanna throw stones, but got no rocks, in they hands
Marching to these drums 'cause i gotta get the bands
If you ain't bout the bucks, ****, i don't give a damn//
(Hook)
33 ounces, ****, 'cause I'm like a leader
For dough, I got a baker bitch, because i gotta knead her (Anita)
She a skydiver, she's a fly mamacita
And she gon let me pipe her, ****, cause she like my peter//
Gotta vegan chicken in my sheets eating raw meat
I scribe the picture of fire, that means i draw heat
An artiste, bars speak for me, bitch, 'cause talk's cheap
No expensive taste, gotta make, sure we all eat//
Desperate like i need a job, sledding like Iditarod
In a place where **** steal and rob just to seem, hard
Launder bout a couple hundred large then you beat the charge
Kill the innocent and still no karma, don't believe in god//
See some trash hoes wearing sandals
Couple gangstas wearing camo that look like vandals
Busting out the van door till they outta ammo
Collect 200 bands, ****, when you pass, go//
Written by: Claymore, Clayton Jones, Robby Blair, Robert Blair
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