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lirik lagu ro$ama - stomp step

[intro]
(tuned up)
(ayo, sheff)
mm, drop (uh, duh, dummy)
sh~t (know what it is, n~gga, you play with my name, then it’s up, for real)
yeah, we straight from the shoulder (mm, slide)
had to let that b~tch, “skrrt”
ayy, 600 (n~gga)
tsa beep, beep, b~tch
ayy, tell a b~tch sit down, came to big business (how i do it)

[verse 1]
came out the hood like windshield wiper fluid (uh)
bought jewelry ’cause it’s therapeutic (’cause it’s what?)
how the f~ck you go platinum from shootings? (from what?)
i’m a crip, but look s~xy in red like st. louis (st. louis)
ten seven ring look wet (look wet)
and i’m good with these hands, should’ve been a nail tech (no cap)
miami vibes in a private jet (n~gga, what?)
went from custom jumpsuit to louis v sеt
out in cali’ just locked in hoovers, on selo in dеja vu gettin’ groovy (on 8)
tired of eatin’ hibachi, i go to the hood where the burgers look loaded and juicy (no cap)
catch me on the block with the trappers ’cause they the ones that still inspire my music (yup)
i’m so up right now, i don’t even hit my old b~tches phone numbers up for coochie (at all)

[chorus]
better learn how to stomp (stomp), step (step)
n~gga play on my name, that’ll be his last breath (on god)
orange flag out my pocket, the left (on crip)
lung shot, n~gga, get that sh~t off of your chest (huh?)
better learn how to stomp (stomp), step (step)
stomp (stomp), step (step), stomp (stomp), step (step)
better learn how to stomp (stomp), step (step)
[verse 2]
’92 ‘stang with muscle (vroom)
carat cut diamonds, same color as mustard (as what?)
if he say he robbed me, he bluffin’ (bluff)
put his brains in the sewer, get your mind out gutter (get ’em out)
just furnished the crib interior, no cap, lil’ brother blowin’ smoke in the mirrors (phew)
invested some money in jp morgan, lil’ baby, this sh~t gettin’ serious (gettin’ serious)
bad~ass ro’ from the third came out of the east out here doin’ big things (from the third)
your bro got shot, now he on a tee, my brother got shot, i gave him earrings (oh, ha)
no stunt, i been countin’ some ends, takin’ flight, spendin’ time and money with friends (no cap)
i just gotta lil’ cheddar and put up some cheese for nieces and nephews and twins (godd~mn)

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