Представляем точный текст композиции "Stomp" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста JR Writer . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Stomp» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую JR Writer передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
JR Writer - "Stomp"
Lyrics to Stomp : [Chorus:] Dip.. bitch.. bitch.. dip Switch.. hips.. lick.. lips Miss.. twist.. quick.. flip Then.. stomp.. then.. stomp [J.R.: over Chorus] Geah! Lets get ready to bounce yall Lets do it [Verse 1:] Im so low on fitteds, rose gold show was glittered The blue was down, Juvenile, "Slow Motion" wit it The slow flow is vivid, yo whoa hoe 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 Hoe 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 aint 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, thats what the song is about Get ya condoms out, yes its 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 [Chorus x2] [J.R.: over second Chorus] Yeah, I dont think yall understand the true meaning of this song Let me make it a little clearer for yall Yo [Verse 2:] 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" Im 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 Cant 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 Im 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 Im Cadillac scrap thats my top in the trunk No cover gutter brother the colors tropical punch [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] Im bout it bout it, crowd the houses and drought with some Os 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 Im a nuisance you slut, get ya coupe full of guts Front stunt, all you want, chump aint stupid enough Hell get hit split shit tryin to prove it to us I sip sizzurp and keep Crunk Juice in my cup Im 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 cant keep em outta my face, uhh Whos as icy as me, shit I ice sickle Ts Its 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 [Chorus x2] [ Stomp Lyrics ]
Содержание трека помогает не только запомнить любимые строки, но и ощутить связь с JR Writer. Возможно, вы заметите, как лирика «Stomp» перекликается с вашим опытом, или найдёте ответы на давние вопросы. Эта страница создана для ценителей музыки: здесь вы сохраните текст для личного использования, поделитесь им с друзьями или используете в творчестве. Погружайтесь в мир слов композиции «Stomp» — каждая строчка здесь обретает новый смысл.