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Gloss Up - Stamp Dat Lyrics

3 s Stamp Dat Lyrics[Intro]
(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)
Used to ride the steamers, now my wrist on two degrees
It's four seasons in the year, and, bitch, they all belong to me
Niggas thinkin' they some dogs, bitch, I'm eatin' Pedigree
I can fuck her with my nigga, that ho still gon' fuck with me
Hold on, hold on, hold on, I don't think y'all heard what the fuck I said
I said it's four seasons in a motherfuckin' year, bitch, and they all belong to me
I said if I fuck her with my nigga, that ho still gon' fuck with me (Stamp that)

[Verse]
Collect the cash and baguettes, bitch you ain't got no bag yet?
What I look like addressing hoes that don't even got no fuckin' address?
She lookin' for her nigga, meanwhilе, he lookin' in my ass crack
Rich-ass baby mama, fucked around, turned that to a hashtag
You gon' shit on who? Thеy ain't talkin' 'bout us
Might as well stay hid behind that finsta, we know you ain't tough
Might as well stay hid behind them pictures, girl, you lookin' rough
Overhear the money talk, your bank account don't talk enough
Thick as fuck with a pretty face, he eatin' me, he got good taste
Been beatin' my competition, why these hoes think it's a race?
Y'all sit around, I run it up, broke-ass bitch, you good for what?
Got motion, these niggas know it, only hit him up when I wanna fuck
You gon' shit on who? They ain't talkin' 'bout us
Need to be an MUA the way I beat these bitches up
Said they gon' do what to who? Who? Bitch, is you an owl?
I ran it up, the way I'm ballin', I probably need a towel (Stamp that)
Bitches said it's smoke, I ain't no chimney, ho, quiet down
You run your mouth 'cause you ain't gotta call me while I'm ridin' 'round
If money talks, shh, that ho don't make a sound
Rich baby mama, these bitches been my sons, I whoop 'em like my child
You keep fuckin' with them rats, I know you pussy
That's your nigga, why he lookin'?
Just like your chain, them niggas tooken
I'm a vet, I'm not no rookie
Pushin' P is what I'm pushin'
Said it's beef, well, bitch, you cookin'
Diamonds dancin', they ain't jookin' (Stamp that)
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