OMG Lyrics – G.T.
Singer: G.T.
Title: OMG
Got it on smash
Think he got a chance with a b*t*h like me, he ain’t rich enough, rich enough (no)
Calls need to stop he ain’t callin’ ’bout the guap, I ain’t pickin’ up, pickin’ up (brrp)
Y’all lil’ hoes can’t sit by the pool, you ain’t thick enough, thick enough (go)
Weave so long and the pu**y so wet, gon’ eat it up, beat it up
Oh my God, this sh*t different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo feelings (yah)
Oh my God, this sh*t different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo’ feelings (yah)
He said it tastes so good, I should just serve it on a plate
Bought that Wraith fresh off the lot, that b*t*h ain’t even got no plates
I be looking at the stars while my pu**y in his face
How the f**k could I fall off? I get 250 just to play
They takin’ shots like Plaxico, I’m ridin’ waves in Mexico
You b*t*hes gassed like Texaco, ain’t bout that bag don’t hit my phone
Make sure your money match your mouth before you ever talk ’bout me
And if you want me to pull up, just know I’ma need a fee (yah!)
Think he got a chance with a b*t*h like me, he ain’t rich enough, rich enough (no)
Calls need to stop he ain’t callin’ ’bout the guap, I ain’t pickin’ up, pickin’ up (brrp)
Y’all lil’ hoes can’t sit by the pool, you ain’t thick enough, thick enough (go)
Weave so long and the pu**y so wet, gon’ eat it up, beat it up
Oh my God, this sh*t different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo feelings (yah)
Oh my God, this sh*t different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yeah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo’ feelings (yeah)
Smoking on some Sticky Icky, need a b*t*h like Iggy
Hit my phone up for a quickee, no shade but I’m picky
Told that b*t*h to ride my d**k, she tried to pop a wheelie
Got so much ass, on a traffic stop to see it
I be rollin’ tropical weed up
I be on a flight with my feet up
I get on the track and I eat it up
Get her in the bed, I beat it up
Bang, I get the b*t*h and I change her
Got you bringin’ weed on the plane
Everywhere, throwin’ up gang (hahaa)
Think he got a chance with a b*t*h like me, he ain’t rich enough, rich enough (ah, no)
Calls need to stop he ain’t callin’ ’bout the guap, I ain’t pickin’ up, pickin’ up (brrp)
Y’all lil’ hoes can’t sit by the pool, you ain’t thick enough, thick enough (go)
Weave so long and the pu**y so wet, gon’ eat it up, beat it up
Oh my God, this sh*t different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo feelings (yah)
Oh my God, this sh*t different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo’ feelings (yah)
Oh my God
Biggest b*t*h ever!
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