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O.M.G. (Oh My God)

Jon Jupiter

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Jon Jupiter - O.M.G. (Oh My God) [Prod. Majestic Drama]
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Robnett
Jon Robnett
Songwriter

Lyrics

Oh my God You know aint nobody fuckin with the squad Why you claim you getting money when you not Nigga lyin' to yourself you need to stop You should have some pride in yourself yeah Give me the lob Uber ask me where we goin' I said the top They aint love me till I got the shit to pop Been on the job ever since I quit my job Fuck it imma ride for myself yeah There she go I just wanna see you work out on the pole Told her bend it over bust it on me slow Every time she move like that I lose control Stick to the code You could catch me out in London with the bros If they say that it's a go man it's a go We just sold out all the seats we need some more Runnin man runnin man runnin man Ball on these hoes like Juwanna Mann How you stay broke I don't understand I need a couple of ones in hand I got some bad bitches from Japan Lost in a Alice no Wonderland I need a palace no Buckingham Hoe I'm a savage you don't want no static Your girlfriend told me she don't want a man Say she want me I say come again I keep a band in a rubberband Racks in my hand like I'm Uncle Sam First I made it, then I made a way I don't get faded I just fade away Oh my God You know aint nobody fuckin with the squad Why you claim you getting money when you not Nigga lyin' to yourself you need to stop You should have some pride in yourself yeah Give me the lob Uber ask me where we goin' I said the top They aint love me till I got the shit to pop Been on the job ever since I quit my job Fuck it imma ride for myself yeah Love the way you move it like that, ooh yeah You gon' make a nigga double back, ooh yeah Put that pussy on the motherfuckin' map, ooh yeah Throw it up, then I make it back, ooh yeah I don't want it if her shit don't sound like Krafts, ooh yeah Throw it in a circle make it clap, ooh yeah Satisfaction guaranteed or money back, ooh yeah We gon' have a dance party in my lap, ooh yeah Ooh yeah Ooh Damn She fuckin' with me cuz I'm stylish Bitch i'm stylish Don't fuck with no hoe 'cuz you childish Bitch you childish Told all of my niggas I got it I'm makin' deposits I'm fly as a pilot She ride in my cockpit The shit aint no challenge Booty so big it might throw me off balance, ooh Ride on that wood like a stallion, ooh Hit the strip throw up a thousand, ooh She thick she don't fuck with no salad, ooh America best, she got talent No Master p, but she bout it She make it dance like a ballad, ooh I make it wet like a fountain, ooh Lil mama bad she just my type She aint got no panties or no pride Money hoes respect I can't decide Fuck with one of my niggas we all 'gon ride Oh my God You know aint nobody fuckin with the squad Why you claim you getting money when you not Nigga lyin' to yourself you need to stop You should have some pride in yourself yeah Give me the lob Uber ask me where we goin' I said the top They aint love me till I got the shit to pop Been on the job ever since I quit my job Fuck it imma ride for myself yeah
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