Clap Your Hands - Gucci Mane, Young Thug, Mpa Duke

Thugga

I-I-I really love my F A N S

You know what I’m saying brodee?

I appreciate those people, you know what I’m saying bro?

They want a parade, yeah

I won’t sell no yay, I won’t own saran

I won’t live my life, I won’t make no plans

Stand up on that stage, I love all my fans

Mama say hooray, everyone clap your hands

Clap your motherfucking hands

Clap your motherfucking hands

Clap your motherfucking hands

Clap your motherfucking hands

I just came straight from the bottom

Young Thugga came straight up from nothing

I know you think I owe you something

I don’t give no damns, you supposed to feel like that

I got yellow diamonds, Imma peel like that

Pull up to my show see all the peoples fall in love

Salute all the DJ, they do this shit for Thug

They know I came straight up from the floor just like a rug

They know I smell like YSL so they ready for hugs

Hundred racks in my trousers, I’m groovy like Austin Powers

You knowing just not to touch me unless a Young Thug allow it

I bless the bitch with allowance, you want packs I’m gonna file it

Ever since I heard of Future I’ve been sneaking up at Follies

Baby I want to caress you (know why?)

Every time I see you I’m gonna sex you (oh my god)

Bitch but I molest you

I’m flash you

I won’t sell no yay, I won’t own saran

I won’t live my life, I won’t make no plans

Stand up on that stage, I love all my fans

Mama say hooray, everyone clap your hands

Clap your motherfucking hands

Clap your motherfucking hands

Clap your motherfucking hands

Clap your motherfucking hands

It’s a great blessing whenever I hit the stage

I used to do this shit for free, but now I’m getting paid

On my way to being king, so who’s gon stop me

Thinking of a master plan, who’s on top? Me

Whatever I get Imma give back to my hood homies

And that’s love, raising me in the hood homie (big ups)

And all the clubs wall to wall, the fire marshall’s out

Nobody else did, it’s all sold out

Man, and they know I’m different, me and Thugga Thugga

On my mama, that’s my brother, we been rocking like a carpet

On the way to the top floor, I’m serious, you can see it in my face

When they shut the lights out the fans scream MPA

I won’t sell no yay, I won’t own saran

I won’t live my life, I won’t make no plans

Stand up on that stage, I love all my fans

Mama say hooray, everyone clap your hands

Clap your motherfucking hands

Clap your motherfucking hands

Clap your motherfucking hands

Clap your motherfucking hands