Lyrics to Stomping
Yeah
Stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping
Stomping, something happened to me
I don't know, guess it was just coming
Runway shorty wanna come and show me something
Runway garments, but my t-shirt plain today, it came from Target
Fuck the function, I'm more like the one she wanna go and have lunch with
Stomping in some shit I can't pronounce for nothing
Stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping
Think I know too much that much of y'all is puppets
My bucket hat low
Nantucket, smokin' dope
Chris Tucker got a bowl, that's a buffer
She got body like Buffy and her mind, Socrates
What's my sign? I'm a Cancer
Her music taste A1, she recognizing the sample
That's that trumpet, couldn't place where it was from, but she was hunting
She would snap her fingers, thinking like, "Um, what was it?"
I'm a smooth talker, he could sell an NFT to Jesus
Need a lot for all my people, gotta split it, can't be greedy
Yeah
Stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping
Stomping, something happened to me
I don't know, guess it was just coming
Runway shorty wanna come and show me something
Runway garments but my t-shirt plain today, it came from Target
Fuck the function, I'm more like the one she wanna go and have lunch with
Stomping in some shit I can't pronounce for nothing
Stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping
Stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping
Smooth operator type
Gave me the kiss of life
Conflict while we drive
Love is stronger than pride
Artsy farsty mami, mami, mami
Artsy farsty mami, mami, mami
Smooth operator type
Gave me the kiss of life
Conflict while we drive
Love is stronger than pride
Artsy farsty mami, mami, mami
Artsy farsty mami, mami, mami
Stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping
Stomping, something happened to me
I don't know, guess it was just coming
Runway shorty wanna come and show me something
Runway garments, but my t-shirt plain today, it came from Target
Fuck the function, I'm more like the one she wanna go and have lunch with
Stomping in some shit I can't pronounce for nothing
Stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping
Think I know too much that much of y'all is puppets
My bucket hat low
Nantucket, smokin' dope
Chris Tucker got a bowl, that's a buffer
She got body like Buffy and her mind, Socrates
What's my sign? I'm a Cancer
Her music taste A1, she recognizing the sample
That's that trumpet, couldn't place where it was from, but she was hunting
She would snap her fingers, thinking like, "Um, what was it?"
I'm a smooth talker, he could sell an NFT to Jesus
Need a lot for all my people, gotta split it, can't be greedy
Yeah
Stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping
Stomping, something happened to me
I don't know, guess it was just coming
Runway shorty wanna come and show me something
Runway garments but my t-shirt plain today, it came from Target
Fuck the function, I'm more like the one she wanna go and have lunch with
Stomping in some shit I can't pronounce for nothing
Stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping
Stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping, stomping
Smooth operator type
Gave me the kiss of life
Conflict while we drive
Love is stronger than pride
Artsy farsty mami, mami, mami
Artsy farsty mami, mami, mami
Smooth operator type
Gave me the kiss of life
Conflict while we drive
Love is stronger than pride
Artsy farsty mami, mami, mami
Artsy farsty mami, mami, mami
