C.l.a.p. (cars, Ladies, & Poetry) Lyrics - Singles - Myke Charles

[Verse 1] 

Now you ain't seen a nigga cleaner, when I roll up like Khalifa 

My smoking bad bitch and I ain't talking 'bout no reefer 

A black African diva, a Black Panther demeanor 

Know my shorty got back and your girl is a two-seater 

But fuck, if I do meet her I'm a peel her shit 

I'll test drive her then send her back to the dealership 

See now all I ever wanted was a Mil and chips 

Instead of chips and dill pickles, need a deal and whips 

And a girl that's far from a hood rat but got a little hood in her 

They say I'm a good cat, if she got that good cat 

I'm a step up to the plate, tryna swing that wood bat 

CO where my hood at, come walk the line with me 

I need that Johnny Cash; I make jokes, she always laugh 

She a grown woman, but that body is toddler bad 

I'm tryna always smash kill that shit, body bag 

Pillage you, steal your heart and you won't get this part back 

Okay this party's crashed, baby girl let's blow this scene 

She expose inner-thigh, I go between 

I know you been a queen, let's see if I can be so keen 

As to hit your favorite spot and stretch you out, limousine 

[Hook] 

Where you at? (At) 

I can't see you but I need to hear you clap (Clap) 

Shorty, where you at (At) 

I can't see you but I need to hear you clap (Clap) 

Now all my bad bitches in the back 

My pretty fine girls up front 

Pretty darling is you staying or leaving, I put this thing in 6th gear and speed off into the evening 

[Verse 2] 

I keep envisioning you, me, bigger things 

Tryna be your main cat, call me your Lion King 

Keep them heels on girl do that model strut 

I'm a flip that bottom up as if it were a bottle clutched 

And I move fast, throttle, clutch 

I'm an engineer 

She got horse power thighs, with an engine rear 

I rev her up, I shift her gears, peel off with her, hey officer, I offer work, no profit turned 

Off with shirts, on with sheets 

She often want me on her team 

I'm off the deep end her sleep 

I squash 'til she lost in sleep 

Then toss and turn but always dream 

[Hook] 

[Bridge] 

That body smoking like a muffler 

Oh girl you bad now you know you in trouble 

C'mon 

[Hook] 

[Outro] 

Girls in the back 

My pretty fine girls up front 

My long-legged girls on the left 

My get right girls on the right