[Intro: Charlotte Crosby]

I’m gonna need you to clap your hands

I’m gonna need you to clap them faster

I’m gonna need you to keep clapping

I’m gonna need you to put on the beat

I’m gonna need you, I’m gonna need you

Don’t go away, cause I’m gonna need you

Don’t go away, (cause I’m gonna need you,)

Keep clapping your fucking hands!

Don’t stop fucking clapping!

Alright, slow down a bit

Now, stop

Alright, that was good

[Verse: zombAe]

Why the fuck you have people clapping up

A pocket full of meth, and a bag of dust

I got it for the load to these beg for [?]

I’m Sophia [?], I can’t give a fuck, uh

Everything we see, we’re changing the plot

Back to the big street, cause you are the—(AGH-)

Louder than the laugh track, have them give ‘em lock (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

And if you listen to these pivotals, the people get the dot (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Their ways, and their anxieties, go to waste (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Know how put a smile on they face (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Keep on that- off the drugs, and they base (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Death won’t cross any of you [?]

Keep doing like a favor for it, there ain’t no pride to keep clapping [?], just

Pew, pew, pew, pew, [?] on this time, now we making four [?] sacks

Illegal minds, and desires, i’ve just been giving up, I’d have keep a mind, our lies, just keep the boxes outside

In turn, they’ll make you lose your brains, yeah

They get red, like [?], rut in the guns, till the bodies sated

Blood making sense to the combinations

Loving the feeling, like i’m culminating

Everyone revolving at guns [?]—

[Verse: doin’ fine]

—every-One, three, one, two

Did you blow your top, bitch?

Hands off, pussy

Pussies really get comfortable

Your boys illegal

And if you wanna sit on me, gonna make his insides clap like, (Ooh, you boss bitch)

Fuck, you good, really fucking with guys?

I said “Go cry, you motherfucker, lemme tear up your stockings.”

You better point this [?] right, [?] woman, but here’s a [?], I’mma enjoy you the more you cryin’

Get this, if you clappin’, I’mma make you stressed ‘n sweaty

Pretty woman, with the american ass

So much you’re right, [?] deep

But the anthem is booked, so

Fucker, wear your plaid top, and look at this, need to hustle (Yeah!)

I’mma make [a] bitch clap, I’mma spit the sixteen

[?] and [?] broke up the big screen

Fuck all of you [?], we’re still gon’ win

I got my book, [?], I don’t want you ‘plaining

[?: ?]

Come on me, yeah do it, and suck my dick (Just run through it)

[?], get one (it ain’t got no [?], am I being [?], blood, blood, blood,)

Come on me, yeah do it, and suck my dick (Just run through it)

[?], get one (it ain’t got no [?], am I being—)

[Outro: Charlotte Crosby]

I’m gonna need you to clap your hands

(I’m- gonna ne-ed- ya-) to clap them faster

I’m gonna need you to keep clapping

—put on the beat

I’m gonna need you, I’m gonna need you

Don’t go away, cause I’m gonna need you

Don’t go away, cause I’m gonna need you

Alright, stop the beat ‘n clap, alright?

Keep clapping, guys!

Alright

Ah, you guys, such a great audience, I’m so proud of you