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letra de omg - chill bump

[chorus]
oh my god, (oh no)
oh my god, (oh my god)
oh my god, (oh no)
oh my god, (oh my god)
oh my god, (oh no)
oh my god, (oh my god)
oh my god, (oh no)
oh my god, (oh no)

[verse]
you think you verified cause you bought a new blue tick
i was too too sick before my pews grew thick
a little you for spit, a dude’s new it
i’d battle at the lunch break, i’d take your fruit juice bricks
we had a sick crew, we would shoot hoops with, we’d sip brews
puffs, bliss, bumping new woo sh-t
before smartphones, i only saved a few group pics
we done came a long way since that fubu trip
we kept rhyming, scratching, the usual sh-t
i made a living off of this, f-cked it through too quick
we got fans who crave for new music, screaming (oh my god)
like that white b-tch in every youtube clip
we in a different country every week
we got work to do, tom hanks we practically sleep at the terminal
you’re just a bitter rapper
people never heard of you, insecure dude taking pics at the urinal
[pre-chorus]
it’s c-cky, it’s b-llsy, it’s gritty
an anglerfish mugshot, it ain’t nothing pretty
this sh-t goes hard like that v–gr- stiffy
they like omg when we come to the city

[chorus]
oh my god, (oh no)
oh my god, (oh my god)
oh my god, (oh no)
oh my god, (oh my god)
oh my god, (oh no)
oh my god, (oh my god)
oh my god, (oh no)
oh my god, (oh no)

oh my god, (oh no)
oh my god, (oh my god)
oh my god, (oh no)
oh my god, (oh my god)
oh my god, (oh no)
oh my god, (oh my god)
oh my god, (oh no)
oh my god, (oh no)

[verse]
rap led me to caribbean waters
i’m chilling somewhere sunny but i’m really in orbit
life used to be a b-tch, now she pretty and gorgeous
that p-ssy got tighter, those titties enormous
i’m sipping something sassy in parisian quarters
enjoying the karma, the empty city in august
we gon’ make a billion off this
then retire to the mountains like sicilian bosses (let’s go)
we tour the globe and we know it’s a good look
we get the impact, all the shows that we should book
these frauds leave their comfort zones and they look shook
i wrote these bars on a cambodian tuk-tuk
with a driver beeping (beep), speeding through a crammed alley
today alone, i was in london and paris (oh)
we live in a dream, you don’t understand
happy at me, shows, hoes off the door
they dump their pants at me
[pre-chorus]
it’s c-cky, it’s b-llsy, it’s gritty
jada pinkett’s soul, it ain’t nothing pretty
this sh-t goes hard like that v–gr- stiffy
they like omg when we come to the city

[chorus]
oh my god, (oh no)
oh my god, (oh my god)
oh my god, (oh no)
oh my god, (oh my god)
oh my god, (oh no)
oh my god, (oh my god)
oh my god, (oh no)
oh my god, (oh no)

oh my god, (oh no)
oh my god, (oh my god)
oh my god, (oh no)
oh my god, (oh my god)
oh my god, (oh no)
oh my god, (oh my god)
oh my god, (oh no)
oh my god, (oh no)

[outro]
oh my god
oh my god
oh my god
oh my god
oh my…

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