Lyrics OMG - Russ Millions, LD

OMG

She thinks I’m cute, she said I’m lit
Too many birds, which one do I pick?
O-M-G, that bird is fit
Explicit, wanna squeeze her tits
Hypnotised when she use those hips
Mind how you use those lips
Foreign cars, only buss down whips
When I’m in public, fans ask for a pic
She thinks I’m cute, she said I’m lit
Too many birds, which one do I pick?
O-M-G, that bird is fit
Explicit, wanna squeeze her tits
Hypnotised when she use those hips
Mind how you use those lips
Foreign cars, only buss down whips
When I’m in public, fans ask for a pic
Don’t fidget 'cause you might get hit
Big digits in my bank, oh shit
Can’t stop this, got hit after hit
Buss-buss down watch, take a look at my wrist
Bird get lif' up, tummy get dig up ridin' this
Bouncin' like Tigger
Ridin' out, fingers on triggers
Don’t need niggas, just need more figures
Man-man can’t talk about Russ, madman
Don’t you know skengs get buss?
Bang-bang
In Central with the dargies, Gangland
March on your block like an army
Chatterbox, way too talky
Minimum 8 racks if I’m in parties
Russ got dick for your auntie
Bad-badgyal movin' all naughty
This one’s way too big, I can’t hide it in Amiri jeans
If I crash this wap, I can bet 10 bags that I clear the scene
Everyone’s gone, make everyone leave
Hold this arm, she’s taking this D
If somethin' gets dropped, carry on this beef
Come fuck with a 'tug 'cause your man is a neek
She thinks I’m cute, she said I’m lit
Too many birds, which one do I pick?
O-M-G, that bird is fit
Explicit, wanna squeeze her tits
Hypnotised when she use those hips
Mind how you use those lips
Foreign cars, only buss down whips
When I’m in public, fans ask for a pic
She thinks I’m cute, she said I’m lit
Too many birds, which one do I pick?
O-M-G, that bird is fit
Explicit, wanna squeeze her tits
Hypnotised when she use those hips
Mind how you use those lips
Foreign cars, only buss down whips
When I’m in public, fans ask for a pic
Six figures, rich drillers
We ain’t goin' out like dem man
Up in the charts like I’m up in the A
And I still run from the fed van
Bad B’s here while the sixty’s kweng man
Now they wanna step with a skengman
18 K’s, AP’s and Rollies
Brodie, all of them love when my dreads hang
All of them know who we are
Do it no-face like Sia
No I ain’t talkin' public relations when that boy step with the PR
And I don’t trust no Keisha or Becky
I’m coolin' with brown-skin, Aaliyah
And she don’t get amnesia when I tell her, «Hold this shisha»
Gun lean but nuttin' like Russ
Load it, lif' it and buss
Still take it there, still slide back through
Still doin' In Skengs We Trust
Two of dem boys turn packs
Mixed them spliffs with cookies and runtz
Sweet one talkin' 'bout «bae» but she know a man don’t like cuffs
She thinks I’m cute, she said I’m lit
Too many birds, which one do I pick?
O-M-G, that bird is fit
Explicit, wanna squeeze her tits
Hypnotised when she use those hips
Mind how you use those lips
Foreign cars, only buss down whips
When I’m in public, fans ask for a pic
She thinks I’m cute, she said I’m lit
Too many birds, which one do I pick?
O-M-G, that bird is fit
Explicit, wanna squeeze her tits
Hypnotised when she use those hips
Mind how you use those lips
Foreign cars, only buss down whips
When I’m in public, fans ask for a pic
Big racks, big waps, all o' dat
Call me the Godfather, I’ll pull up you know
Hella years deep in this (Mhmm)
Sixty