Clap Your Hands

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Thugger I– I– I really love my f-a-n's, you know what I'm saying, brody? I appreciate those people, you know what I'm saying, bro? They want a parade, yeah [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] I don't wan' sell no yay' (Uh-uh) I don't want no saran (No way) I wan' live my life (What?) I don't wan' make no plans (And what?) Stand up on that stage (Stage) I love all my fans (Yeah) Mama say, "Hooray" (Hey) Everyone clap your hands [Chorus: Young Thug] Clap your motherfucking hands (Hey, Thugger Thugger) Clap your motherfucking hands (Let's get it, baby, woo) Clap your motherfucking hands (Ayy, woo) Clap your motherfucking hands (Nigga) [Verse 1: Young Thug] I just came straight from the bottom (Sheesh) Young Thugger came straight up from nothing (Nothing, get it) I know you think I owe you something (Hahahaha) I don't give no damn, you 'posed to feel like that (Skrrt) I got yellow diamonds, I'ma peel like that Pull up to my show, see all the peoples fall in love (Love) Salute all the DJs that do this shit for Thug (Thugger) They know I came straight up from the floor just like a rug (I love you) They know I smell like YSL, so they ready for hugs (Slime) Hundred racks in my trousers, I'm groovy like Austin Powers (Sheesh, sheesh) You knowing just not to touch me unless a Young Thug allow it (Sheesh, sheesh) I bless the bitch with allowance She want packs, I'm going to file it (Yeah, yeah, yee, yee) Ever since I heard of Future I been sneaking up at Follies (What?) Baby I wan' caress you (And what?) Every time I see you, I'm gonna sex you (Oh my God) I been charged for rape, I won't molest you, I'm flex you Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] I don't wan' sell no yay' (Uh-uh) I don't want no saran (No way) I wan' live my life (What?) I don't wan' make no plans (And what?) Stand up on that stage (Stage) I love all my fans (Yeah) Mama say, "Hooray" (Hey) Everyone clap your hands [Chorus: Young Thug] Clap your motherfucking hands (Hey, Thugger Thugger) Clap your motherfucking hands (Let's get it, baby, woo) Clap your motherfucking hands (Ayy, woo) Clap your motherfucking hands (Nigga) [Verse 2: Lil Duke] 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 I'ma give back to my hood homies And that's for raising me in the hood, homie (Big ups) And all the clubs wall to wall, the Fire Marshals out Nobody else did, it's all sold out And they know I'm dead fresh, mer and Thugga Thugger 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" [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] I don't wan' sell no yay' (Uh-uh) I don't want no saran (No way) I wan' live my life (What?) I don't wan' make no plans (And what?) Stand up on that stage (Stage) I love all my fans (Yeah) Mama say, "Hooray" (Hey) Everyone clap your hands [Chorus: Young Thug] Clap your motherfucking hands (Hey, Thugger Thugger) Clap your motherfucking hands (Let's get it, baby, woo) Clap your motherfucking hands (Ayy, woo) Clap your motherfucking hands (Nigga)