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black jezuss - stomp lyrics

[intro: trippie redd]
haha big 14 yeah
whoa whoa whoa

[verse 1: trippie redd]
that b-tch on go (huh)
she got that c-ke up on her nose
talking kurtis blow, talking rick snow
murder what she wrote
i’ma take her soul, i’ma take her soul
up that f-ckin pole, put that sh-t on gang
let that 30 bang hit you where your head hang
n-gg- i been k!llin’ sh-t like i’m macmain
feel like max payne hit her with the fade
blow his face away, get up out my face
with that phony, yeah it’s fake sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck about these n-gg-s man they basics
if you talking sh-t pull up on you n-gg-s straight 6
it’s all i need
that b-tch she on me, she on her knees
i been sipping codeine, blowin’ og
with my n-gg- drew sendin’ shots at you
pull up in that coupe, i’ma lose my roof
got the ak, sk, hk, ak
bang bang n-gg-, take yo’ soul away
pull up in dat ch’ ch’ ch’ ch’ all way
pull up in dat ch’

[verse 2: black jezuss]
pull up like max payne
two brand new d-mn 40’s i’ma shoot yo’ f-ckin’ brain
me and bro rico, smoking all this dope
pull up to sam’s club, and f-ck on me a ho’
and i’m with bro drew, look at what we do
flipping all these f-cking units
that be dope, n-gg-
i smoke dope, n-gg-
and i’m ridin’ that foreign car, range foreign car
and i’m listenin’ we gon’ bag that b-tch
i don’t lease i just buy that sh-t
100 racks on my range, yeah
100 thous are my chains, yeah
and i’m leaning i’m with trippie
red beam on the xd, n-gg-

[outro: trippie redd]
with blackjezuss counting blessings, yeah
with these racks i’m never stressing, yeah
bad b-tch suckin’ she would s-xt me, yeah
hit that n-gg- with the xd, yeah

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