Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song OMG, artist - Victor Kwesi Mensah. Album song U MAD / VENDETTA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: FP
Song language: English
OMG |
| Pullin up with the coupe |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| Must’ve done something with the roof |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| You sitting looking stupid on the stoop |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| I would take notes if I were you |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross |
| So we know true north |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| Smilin', with 50 karats in my jaw |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| Fuck the law |
| It’s a shame nigga, rhyme |
| Nigga, love crime |
| It’s a shame they let us jump out of Bentleys with dirty Vans |
| Hit the stage for 15 minutes, get 30 bands |
| Swiss bank counting clean money with dirty hands |
| With some hood niggas that’s ready to bang with the Klan |
| Since I came in this shit, made my name a name brand |
| French kissing bitches in Paris, clubbing like a caveman |
| We threw up the pyramids, now they say we Illuminati |
| Fox fur Cavalli, fuck Bill O’Reilly |
| No blood diamonds, I rock gold like a king |
| Jewelry so cold, made 'em blow the nose off the Sphinx |
| Fuck you think? |
| I’ma be some type of role model? |
| I go full throttle desperado, that’s the motto |
| Vic in Chicago, it’s Hugh Heff at the grotto |
| Brazilian model, she mean mugging like Frida Kahlo |
| Drinking a horchata with an Alicia Machado |
| Bitch, I’m the ticket, you just hit the lotto |
| Pullin up with the coupe |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| Must’ve done something with the roof |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| You sitting looking stupid on the stoop |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| I would take notes if I were you |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross |
| So we know true north |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| Smilin', with 50 karats in my jaw |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| Fuck the law |
| It’s a shame nigga, rhyme |
| Nigga, love crime |
| Young Vic, the diamond’s finest |
| I shine like Puff signed Shyne |
| Except I signed to the Roc 'cause I’m timeless |
| Top off the Masi, my behavior is mindless |
| Old kids, nigga, we major, you minors |
| Fresh out the cell to the booth, drop the Dylan Roof |
| I’m still in the hood, tell Zimmerman «Shoot» |
| Hold my nuts with an OJ glove, fuck the judge |
| You rappers is false flagging, you a fashion blood |
| What’s brackin' cuz? |
| What you know about gangbanging? |
| What’s VLONE thug? |
| Why Bari leave your head rangin'? |
| Free Vic Mensa Amistad chain swanging |
| This that crack music, nigga, you can blame Reagan |
| I’m Balmaing without paying, y’all playing |
| We higher than a bitch, my bitch Himalayan |
| Suicide Gallardo, that’s the sacrificial lamb |
| I’m killa season Cam |
| No lives matter, blam |
| Pullin up with the coupe |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| Must’ve done something with the roof |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| You sitting looking stupid on the stoop |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| I would take notes if I were you |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross |
| So we know true north |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| Smilin', with 50 karats in my jaw |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| Fuck the law |
| It’s a shame nigga, rhyme |
| Nigga, love crime |
| Every other night, I’m outside with the nine |
| You ain’t got chips, fuck the world |
| You got chips, you could fuck the next man’s girl |
| Sounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world |
| The weight kiss told us should never be misquoted (no) |
| Them guns that you wave on the camera? |
| We been toting (yeah) |
| Selling love potion my whole rap career |
| So your streams and downloads could never match the kid’s |
| We could go foreign for foreign until it’s boring |
| My sheep will keep jumping the fence until you’re snoring |
| Street poetry, I’m on Wale Folarin |
| 'Til the world is mine like Illmatic and Lauryn |
| Written on the globe |
| Face to a table full of blow |
| Fresh powder skiing in the snow |
| Type of rappers we know |
| Got the right numbers on a kilo |
| Burn the carter down like I’m Nino |
| Pullin up with the coupe |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| Must’ve done something with the roof |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| You sitting looking stupid on the stoop |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| I would take notes if I were you |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross |
| So we know true north |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| Smilin', with 50 karats in my jaw |
| (Oh my goodness) |
| Fuck the law |
| It’s a shame nigga, rhyme |
| Nigga, love crime |