Listen to Make Dat Azz Clap (Back Clap) [feat. Juvenile] [Explicit] by Project Pat

Make Dat Azz Clap (Back Clap) [feat. Juvenile] [Explicit]

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

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Vocals

Juvenile

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jordan Houston

Songwriter

Orville Hall

Songwriter

Pamela Price

Songwriter

Patrick Houston

Patrick Houston

Songwriter

Paul Beauregard

Paul Beauregard

Songwriter

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DJ Paul

Producer

Juicy J

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Make dat azz clap, make it snap, talk to me now

Make dat azz smack when I slap, talk to me now

If you is the baddest, booty the fattest

Let me hear you holla out (Ai-yi-yi)

[Verse 2]

Make dat azz clap, make it snap, talk to me now

Make dat azz smack when I slap, talk to me now

If you is the baddest, booty the fattest

Let me hear you holla out (Ai-yi-yi)

[Verse 3]

It's ya boy, P-A-T-za, knowin' Pat'll please her

Hit from the back 'cause these gals off the heeza

Bend over or stroke it, yo butt gets a poking

The hydro is smokin', there's nut in ya throating

Yo booty is floating all 'round the room

My thang full of gin, so dat puddy is doomed

Assume the position, mug in the pillow

Hand on the head board, best not to let go

Yo hand may a slippin', head gets a cracking

I'm all on that clittin', back gets a smackin'

Dogging and slapping, my thang in yo stomach

No food fo' we drank so you's 'bout to vomit

You swear you can take it, so, baby, don't fake it

Let's gon' get a room, get high and get naked

You say that you real and you claiming the hoody

The rubber to thang and my thang in yo goody

[Verse 4]

Make dat azz clap, make it snap, talk to me now

Make dat azz smack when I slap, talk to me now

If you is the baddest, booty the fattest

Let me hear you holla out (Ai-yi-yi)

[Verse 5]

Make dat azz clap, make it snap, talk to me now

Make dat azz smack when I slap, talk to me now

If you is the baddest, booty the fattest

Let me hear you holla out (Ai-yi-yi)

[Verse 6]

This **** be bowed legged and gobby

Attitude fucked up 'cause that hand on my garment

Poppin' necks, grabbin' hoes chest

Tryna get under they dress

Hope they don't holler rape and have me in connects

Whodi, I don't need no mo' debt

I know how to talk to these hoes

I ain't stupid, I'm from the projects

And we don't need nothin', we know sex

If a bitch think I'm workin' with son, pussy get more wet

So let's get it, crack-a-ling time

I got that cake, man, so lil' mama be shakin'

Tell ya girl to shut up, you ain't hearin' nothin'

Bitch, you goin' with Juvenile, so quit all that hatin'

This motherfucking club already hot

Police been towing **** shit for double parking in spots

I'm tryna have a private party or something, y'know

My dick got hard when you get shakin' that ass, y'know

[Verse 7]

Make dat azz clap, make it snap, talk to me now

Make dat azz smack when I slap, talk to me now

If you is the baddest, booty the fattest

Let me hear you holla out (Ai-yi-yi)

[Verse 8]

Make dat azz clap, make it snap, talk to me now

Make dat azz smack when I slap, talk to me now

If you is the baddest, booty the fattest

Let me hear you holla out (Ai-yi-yi)

[Verse 9]

It's gold mouth, stackin' dollars

Where yo sister at? 'Cause she swallows

Big juicy fat, I must hollers

See you in yo pants, I may follows

Wearin' tight clothes make y'all scholars

Freaky young broads that love ballers

Hesitate to talk, ****, stallers

You can let the steam out yo collars

Love gettin' stuck on four hours

Jacuzzi, living room, showers

Nipples on hard, some big knockers

Eyes got bigger the blue blockers

Coochie real tight like school lockers

Treat a lame dude like a true sucka

Most gonna pay 'cause they love her

Dawg, anyway, I will knock her

[Verse 10]

Make dat azz clap, make it snap, talk to me now

Make dat azz smack when I slap, talk to me now

If you is the baddest, booty the fattest

Let me hear you holla out (Ai-yi-yi)

[Verse 11]

Make dat azz clap, make it snap, talk to me now

Make dat azz smack when I slap, talk to me now

If you is the baddest, booty the fattest

Let me hear you holla out (Ai-yi-yi)

Written by: Jordan Houston, O. Hall, P. Beauregard, P. Price, Patrick Houston, Paul Duane Beauregard

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