J.R. Writer - Stomp lyrics
[J.R. Writer - Stomp lyrics]
Dip bitch bitch dip switch hips lick lips
Miss twist quick flip then stomp then stomp
Geah! Let's get ready to bounce y'all
Let's do it
I'm so low on fitteds
Rose gold show was glittered
The blue was down, Juvenile
"Slow Motion" with it
The slow flow is vivid, yo whoa ho I live it
Oh, no, throw bows, pros go low and dip it
You know how R twerk, I hit the bar first
For a bottle on a model tryin to converse
Ho in the back tryin to get out her bra shirt
And pin a broad against the
Wall like some art work (whoa)
Huh, but I rolled up in a Beamer
Damn near frozen to my sneakers like
I rolled up out the freezer (ice)
Plus you ain't never seen a
Soldier on a skeezer
That make the same chick dip
It lower than Christina
Stomp, stomp, nigga front, stomp 'em out
Dip switch lick
That's what the song is about
Get ya condoms out, yes it's time to slide
Mom hot, parkin lot, girl get inside the ride
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
Stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp)
Stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp
Yeah, I don't think y'all understand the
True meaning of this song
Let me make it a little clearer for y'all yo
This that get it girl
Twist and twirl move behind her
This that brush down your Gucci, Louis
New Gabbana this that Luke baby move
Lady choose the grinder
This that 2 Live Crew
I need a "Hoochie Mama"
I'm just sickenin and gifted listen
This Dip is the one
Six minutes, spit it, shit it, dig it
I did it for fun i that nigga who comes
Check and see ya ex and skeet
Can't remember me cause I stay on
The tip of her tongue
I make the bitches bounce
Pop a duck get 'em found
Cop a Dutch, split a ounce
Chop and cut big amounts
I'm in the Switzerland, aqua Swiss
Swiss accounts without a deal still my
Pockets like Swiss account
I eat mobsters for lunch
Feed 'em rockets and pumps
Get it shot, listen ock play 'Pac if you want
I'm Cadillac scrap that's my top in the trunk
No cover gutter brother the
Color's tropical punch
I'm 'bout it 'bout it
Crowd the houses and drought with some O's
About the foulest cal for cowards
I crouch and reload
A patty waggy ask ya catty
I style on them hoes
From nasty natty Cakalacky a
Mouth full of gold i'm a nuisance you slut
Get ya coupe full of guts
Front stunt, all you want
Chump ain't stupid enough
He'll get hit split shit tryin
To prove it to us
I sip sizzurp and keep Crunk Juice in my cup
I'm about getting straight some
Type houses estate
Your wife countin my cake
Her nice mouth on my snake
Watch surrounded by flakes
Boy and these rocks are annoyin
I can't keep 'em outta my face, uhh
Who's as icy as me, shit I ice sickle T's
It's nothing for the stunt and turn
Your wife to a ski
My chain hang and man she delighted to see
A hundred karats, faggot
Wrist full of vitamin D
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
Stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp)
Stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp
Miss twist quick flip then stomp then stomp
Geah! Let's get ready to bounce y'all
Let's do it
I'm so low on fitteds
Rose gold show was glittered
The blue was down, Juvenile
"Slow Motion" with it
The slow flow is vivid, yo whoa ho I live it
Oh, no, throw bows, pros go low and dip it
You know how R twerk, I hit the bar first
For a bottle on a model tryin to converse
Ho in the back tryin to get out her bra shirt
And pin a broad against the
Wall like some art work (whoa)
Huh, but I rolled up in a Beamer
Damn near frozen to my sneakers like
I rolled up out the freezer (ice)
Plus you ain't never seen a
Soldier on a skeezer
That make the same chick dip
It lower than Christina
Stomp, stomp, nigga front, stomp 'em out
Dip switch lick
That's what the song is about
Get ya condoms out, yes it's time to slide
Mom hot, parkin lot, girl get inside the ride
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
Stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp)
Stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp
Yeah, I don't think y'all understand the
True meaning of this song
Let me make it a little clearer for y'all yo
This that get it girl
Twist and twirl move behind her
This that brush down your Gucci, Louis
New Gabbana this that Luke baby move
Lady choose the grinder
This that 2 Live Crew
I need a "Hoochie Mama"
I'm just sickenin and gifted listen
This Dip is the one
Six minutes, spit it, shit it, dig it
I did it for fun i that nigga who comes
Check and see ya ex and skeet
Can't remember me cause I stay on
The tip of her tongue
I make the bitches bounce
Pop a duck get 'em found
Cop a Dutch, split a ounce
Chop and cut big amounts
I'm in the Switzerland, aqua Swiss
Swiss accounts without a deal still my
Pockets like Swiss account
I eat mobsters for lunch
Feed 'em rockets and pumps
Get it shot, listen ock play 'Pac if you want
I'm Cadillac scrap that's my top in the trunk
No cover gutter brother the
Color's tropical punch
I'm 'bout it 'bout it
Crowd the houses and drought with some O's
About the foulest cal for cowards
I crouch and reload
A patty waggy ask ya catty
I style on them hoes
From nasty natty Cakalacky a
Mouth full of gold i'm a nuisance you slut
Get ya coupe full of guts
Front stunt, all you want
Chump ain't stupid enough
He'll get hit split shit tryin
To prove it to us
I sip sizzurp and keep Crunk Juice in my cup
I'm about getting straight some
Type houses estate
Your wife countin my cake
Her nice mouth on my snake
Watch surrounded by flakes
Boy and these rocks are annoyin
I can't keep 'em outta my face, uhh
Who's as icy as me, shit I ice sickle T's
It's nothing for the stunt and turn
Your wife to a ski
My chain hang and man she delighted to see
A hundred karats, faggot
Wrist full of vitamin D
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp
Stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp)
Stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp (stomp) stomp