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OMG
Hip-Hop/Rap
OMG was released on September 13, 2024 by UTOPIA RECORDS as a part of the album untitled, Vol. 1
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Release DateSeptember 13, 2024
LabelUTOPIA RECORDS
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Jürgens
Louis Jürgens
Songwriter

Lyrics

Oh my God
Oh—oh my—oh my God
(Huh, fuck ****, buh, buh, buh, buh)
(Whoo, zx, zx)
(Yeah, bee)
Just a couple lame **** ain't gon' stop me
When I up the blick, suddenly we a team
Bitch, we ain't no team
We ain't no team, yeah, yeah
B-band of green hundreds in the hot tub
Yeah, yeah, b-bad ****, you stay kicking rocks, huh?
Bitch, you from the dirt, what the fuck happened to work, huh?
Asking for a cupcake, ****, looking like you EDP
I stay with that .445, I don't know what it did to me
I up a big ass Drac' and you stay running like a bum
Call me Agent 47 the way I stay with the K
L-L-Looking like a baker, raking bread everyday
You a lame ass **** with the crusty ass J
Oh my God, oh my God
Lil' bitch in the back, tryna stay out the way
Pesky ass **** tryna play, he afraid
One of y'all lied, call up 911
Eliminate y'all down, now its 119
9-1-1 with a One .19, Russian roulette, now its 9-1-one of y'all dead
Oh, my God, oh my God
Gonna, gonna, gon' have you stunned, have you stunned
Oh, my God, yeah, yeah
Baby, it's your turn, your bae is an angel, boy, but she'd rather be with me, oh, oh my God
Switch tucked, tucked deep in the pock'
Cup full of purple, cup full of Wock'
We sippin' and we poppin', stay slidin' with the mop, gang with the straps, they gon' spray you till you drop
Pull unannounced with the blick and spin the block, cash in the bank, ****, cash in the stock
Pull out the Drac' and watch 'em all flock, fuck on your hoe, and never watch the clock
**** think he safe till I snap and up the guap, extended clip mag, barrel hard as a rock
How many slugs can I fit inside this shot?
Inside this shot, inside this shot
B-band of green hundreds in the hot tub, yeah, yeah, b-bad ****, you stay kicking rocks, huh?
Bitch, you from the dirt, what the fuck happened to work, huh?
Asking for a cupcake, ****, looking like you EDP
I stay with that .445, I don't know what it did to me
I up a big ass Drac' and you stay running like a bum
Call me Agent 47 the way I stay with the K
L-L-Looking like a baker, raking bread everyday
You a lame ass **** with the crusty ass J
Oh my God, oh my God
Oh—oh my—oh my God!
(This Chicago, ****)
Written by: Louis Jürgens
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