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lirik lagu kappalot - stomp em out

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chuck, man, you brokeer than a b~tch—man, go get some racks
like it’s mortal kombat, punch you up just like that n~gga jax
like my last fight, combat—might just stomp you out just like i’m deck
n~ggas dissing on the net, them n~ggas ass, some n~ggas whack

catch that n~gga out up in the street, i put him in a pack
wesley is a b~tch, that n~gga ugly, and that n~gga fat
3% in english—how the f~ck this n~gga even passed?
n~ggas say he a “crash,” everybody in the room just laughs

n~gga dumber than a b~tch ’cause this n~gga skipping class
this n~gga can’t rap—this n~gga sh~tty, and his n~gga ass
b~tch, i’m swerving left and right, i think i’m ’bout to f~cking crash
pop a perk up on the beat, i think i’m ’bout to do it fast

shot that n~gga in the head, we left him leaking on the dash
all these n~ggas, i’m gon’ dunk up on them n~ggas like i’m nash
i can’t f~ck that lil’ ho no more ’cause that b~tch don’t bring me cash
my b~tch got no tittiеs, but she thick as f~ck—a h~ll of ass

got her b~tch all up in my phonе, she talk about smash or pass
i might f~ck yo’ b~tch like once or twice, and then i do the dash
bet the five i put your ass in a full chain
b~tch keep calling my phone, she saying mitch jackson gone through her brain

n~gga broke as f~ck, these n~ggas asking for some change
n~ggas spin some hoes, you know these n~ggas stay the same
dissing sfg, i’m never switching on the gang
catch that n~gga lacking, i’m gon’ shoot him in his brain
p~ssy n~gga try to test me—n~gga, don’t address me
p~ssy n~gga name is wesley—n~gga, come correctly
gucci shoes on my feet, now a n~gga watch his step~y
yeah, i’m screaming, “f~ck 12,” them b~tch~ass n~ggas wanna arrest me

pop a perk and now i’m in that mode, won’t let no b~tches stress me
got two b~tches on my phone, they talk about they wanna bless me
go and stomp him up, punch him in his mouth
n~gga dissing on the net, we took his life for chasing clout

me and my n~gga, nasty~doddy, run up on him, chase him down
can’t wait till these n~ggas die so i can see their mama frown
da~do~da~d~da~d~d~d, n~gga know you is a b~tch
so why the f~ck you get a gun?

n~ggas always talking sh~t, them n~ggas b~tches run
keep a smith like i’m f~cking jaden. fat blunt, i’mma blaze it
got my jimmy out, she tryna taste it. told that b~tch to save it
bad b~tch said i’m all up in her playlist—knew i’d make it

shot him twice, he got the harlem shaking
draco get to baking, fire inside come like it’s f~cking bacon
young og in the making. she the dada, oh, that b~tch jamaican


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