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lirik lagu stamp dat boi – c.m.l.

[intro]
ol b*tch ass n*gga
n*gga, i’m on you n*gga
what you thought, that cause i made a song for the b*tches, was, i wasn’t on your line no more?
i’m on your line n*gga
b*tch ass n*gga

[hook]
i’ma stamp dat boi, i’ma stamp dat boi
i’ma stamp dat boi, i’ma stamp dat boi
i’ma whack that n*gga, i’ma whack that n*gga
i’ma whack that n*gga, i’ma whack that n*gga
i’ma bust that boi, i’ma bust that boi
i’ma bust that boi, i’ma bust that boi
i’ma smack that n*gga, i’ma smack that n*gga
i’ma smack that n*gga, i’ma smack that n*gga

[verse 1]
if i catch you blood, you might put your face up on a shirt
i’ma let that kata squirt and leave ass up in the dirt
n*gga i mob for the turf
all that sh*t you talkin bout
i be waiting at your house until your b*tch ass come out
n*gga it’s 4 in the morning, i’m high as f*ck off pills
n*ggas sipping ‘yak, rocking round with that blue steel
all that sh*t you talkin bout, on mama blood, i’ll match you
if i catch you i’ma whack you, i’ma strip you, then blap you
b*tch n*ggas hate, tryna front for them hoes
that’s why we hit your whips up, talking out your throat
n*gga f*ck you think you is? n*gga you a b*tch
you remind me of a kid, n*gga you a snitch
you ain’t bout that action, you just bout that woofin
if i catch you out of pocket blood, i’m bout that cookin
dome shots will flip you over just for acting like you sick
n*gga you a hoe, i’m smacking you up just like a b*tch
n*gga cash money lavish d, hottest n*gga in the streets
i represent that 43, keep a choppa on the seat
look around town n*gga, 7*400
out the window knocking, why y’all b*tch ass n*ggas runnin, huh?
[hook]
i’ma stamp dat boi, i’ma stamp dat boi
i’ma stamp dat boi, i’ma stamp dat boi
i’ma whack that n*gga, i’ma whack that n*gga
i’ma whack that n*gga, i’ma whack that n*gga
i’ma bust that boi, i’ma bust that boi
i’ma bust that boi, i’ma bust that boi
i’ma smack that n*gga, i’ma smack that n*gga
i’ma smack that n*gga, i’ma smack that n*gga

[verse 2]
i’m ready to go down with a grey ski mask
you ain’t bout that sh*t, cause i’m ready to creep
run up in your house, put a gun in your mouth
n*gga where you from? n*gga this the g
n*gga tre 4*3, n*gga 100 block, with a 100 shots, tell em r.i.p
n*gga rest in peace to the homie jack and the homie mac noyd, n*gga, m.o.b.,tre 4*3
let that n*gga know when i’m in the door, unpredictable
you on your floor, you ain’t bout that
i got the streets out in south sac
i be moving mean for the home team
i’m the sac king with the green beam
punch your whole head, leave your hoe dead
you ain’t bout that, you a dope fiend
i mob out, blow your top out, leave your mop out, then skirt
if you disrespect, you can get murked
i hit a n*gga where it hurt
i be mobbin…on the southside
king of the city, it’s about time
blow your head off like a hedgehog cause i keep the k with the drum line
you ain’t bout that, you’s a real b*tch
on mamas n*gga, you’s a real snitch
and i’ll put your ass in a real ditch
n*gga i am real sick
i be on sh*t…4 tre’s
n*gga 100 block, bullets both ways
leave your dome cut, call it domeday
you ain’t bout that, you’s a hoe cake
always in the state pen, no fake friends, no evidence mobbin
with a 44 let a n*gga know when i’m in the door, n*gga drop it
crack your face mask when i smashed out
beat your ass til you pass out
when i catch you n*gga, i’m on you n*gga
[hook]
i’ma stamp dat boi, i’ma stamp dat boi
i’ma stamp dat boi, i’ma stamp dat boi
i’ma whack that n*gga, i’ma whack that n*gga
i’ma whack that n*gga, i’ma whack that n*gga
i’ma bust that boi, i’ma bust that boi
i’ma bust that boi, i’ma bust that boi
i’ma smack that n*gga, i’ma smack that n*gga
i’ma smack that n*gga, i’ma smack that n*gga

[outro]
b*tch ass n*gga
we on you n*gga
on everythang

- c m l

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