Soul Clap Lyrics - Styles

[Verse 1] 

I'm a drink 'til I drop on my ass, this is Holiday 

I'm a go and celebrate and hop on the ass 

That's one more chance, Dick Frank White ain't dead 

Think you the shit, leave me your chick, the light ain't red 

Matter fact just want to leave 'cause the fights is on 

I'm a still be here when the lights is on 

Got a fat ass in front of me, Dutch in my mouth 

Wit a Corona in my left hand 

You try to front I'll coma your best man 

I keep a trick on my sleeve, more like a two fifth on my sleeve 

Then I switch it to the trey-duce 

In my back pocket, so me and love can stay loose 

It's like thugs ain't partyin, I smoke 20 dimes 

I seen 20 dimes I love they body and 

P tryin to score for the night 

And to tell you the truth, my shit blown if we war for the night 

[Hook: x 2] 

We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop 

And ain't nobody leavin 'til the music stop 

Can I get a Soul Clap [gun clicks] 

Can I get a Soul Clap [gun clicks] 

[Verse 2] 

Ah-yo shit is still gravy though 

I keep a open case, the block hot I need a song for the radio 

P at the club, niggas scared to let they lady go 

Foot Locker 4 for 20's 

Could a had her some jeans, Nike Airs, I keep all my money 

Still slide out the club wit a gorgeous honey 

I don't care if it's a hole in the wall, I feel comfortable 

Violate P, that's a hole in your jaw 

All I want is cranberry and Courvoisier 

I'm trying to talk to a dime 

Motherfucker, but I still take my time 

Cocksucker, to rob why'all niggas for why'all Cardiers 

I got a flow that you hardly hear 

And a gun wit a silencer, why 'cause they hardly hear 

I got honies flockin around, smoke in the air 

Wit a cool ass bomb like Bob Marley there 

[Hook: x 2] 

[Verse 3] 

I'm the gentleman to hold the door 

I'm the gangsta that's lettin off the three while loadin the four 

Rather get a Soul Clap than clap your soul 

Honey askin how many blunts I have to roll 

I'm a smoke til I'm high, drink til I'm drunk 

I'm on my tour, shit and I ain't get a wink in a month 

My favorite color is green 

But I'm stacked for the moment so I'ma pick pink for the month 

If you could take a hint, then after this party 

If you want, hop in the Viper limo with the tints 

Got the fifty Cal, so hold that 

Tell 'em roll back 

I show niggas the real meaning of Soul Clap 

[Hook: x 2]