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letra de omg - lionaire

lionaire – omg

[hook]
omg, omg, omg
where you been?
what‘s your name?
where your mind? (pow pow pow pow)
omg, omg, omg
she be dancin‘ in the club for dollasigns

[verse]
aha
i‘m tuckin‘ a loot ima ride
i f-ck in the booth i don‘t mind
my n-ggas is ready to slide
i don‘t care they buck from behind
gelato we smokin‘ the time
said and done, i gotta get mine
said and done, i gotta get mine
yeah yeah yeah, lets go
big bootys in the club
i got hennessy in the cup
bought some ice for my b-tch what?
there‘s a price for everything you touch
yeah, yeah yeah
b-tch i go ape in the booth
if you ask em i shoot like a loot
bust a b-tch nothing none
get in there get in the mood
i swear i never go doom
a day ago we act a fool
ain‘t none to f-ck with you
it‘s hard for me to stay down
i‘m goin to the top b-tch
all trough the hood i‘m steady hearing, they wanna see a n-gga floppin‘
all these n-ggas wasn‘t really with me now these n-ggas wanna get shot quick
in the boulevard smokin‘ with my b-tch
yeah we pop sh-t
[hook]
omg, omg, omg
where you been?
what‘s your name?
where your mind? (pow pow pow pow)
omg, omg, omg
she be dancin‘ in the club for dollasigns

aha
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse]
these n-ggas just here when it‘s beneficial
hop on the plane it‘s presidential
i was so broke it‘s sentimental
i get me a rave they in a rental
yeah, ah
now i‘m in the back i‘m feelin‘ so fly
i‘m rockin‘ boutin, i‘m smokin up high
this sh-t in my longue, i can touch the sky
caught him before he gone, he can not survive
sippin‘ on patron n-gga all the time
daddy wasn‘t home, picked a couple of dimes
i was on the phone, my partner he lied so my n-ggas got em now he gon‘ die f-ck is you doin‘
i thought you ride, n-gga ?!
yeah, its like bang bang
nah nah f-ck the game game
please do not act like you gang gang
i gotta get it the same thang
i pull up with racks and dank
i‘m smashing yo b-tch in the tank
can‘t fall for no b-tch i‘m a saint
these n-ggas they run out of gas
my flow is so stylish, ain‘t it ?
suv‘s, suv‘s
b-tch i got it from the 8
swissmade, swiss cheese
b-tch i‘m a goat in the states
these rappers they know i don‘t play
keep it silent till somebody sprayed
i‘m not violent but n-gga go cray‘
pushed the b-tton my n-gga too late

- lionaire

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