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