Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song OMG, artist - Russ Millions.
Date of issue: 30.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |