Vic Mensa – OMG Lyrics

Vic Mensa – OMG Lyrics

ou just hit the lotto

[Hook: Pharrell & (Sample)]
Pullin up with the coupe (Oh my goodness)
Must’ve done something with the roof (Oh my goodness)
You see the look of stupid on the stoop (Oh my goodness)
I would take notes if I were you (Oh my goodness)
This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross
So we know true north
Smilin’, with 50 karats in my jaw
Fuck the law
It’s a shame nigga, rhyme, nigga
Love crime

[Verse 2: Vic Mensa]
Young Vic the diamonds, the finest, I shine like
Puff signed Shyne, except I signed to the Roc ’cause I’m timeless
Top off the Masi, my behavior is mindless
Old kids, nigga, we major, you minors
Fresh out the cell to the booth, drop the Dylan Roof
I’m still in the hood, tell Zimmerman “Shoot”
Hold my nuts with an OJ glove, fuck the judge
These rappers is false flagging, you a fashion blood
What’s brackin’ cuz? What you know about gangbanging?
What’s V-lone thug? Why Bari leave your head rangin’?
Free Vic Mensa, I’mma start chain swanging
This that crack music, nigga, you can blame Reagan
I’m Balmaing without paying, y’all playing
We higher than a bitch, my bitch Himalayan
Suicide-ielago, that’s sacrificial lamb
I’m killa season Cam
No lives matter, blam

[Hook: Pharrell & (Sample)]
Pullin up with the coupe (Oh my goodness)
Must’ve done something with the roof (Oh my goodness)
You see the look of stupid on the stoop (Oh my goodness)
I would take notes if I were you (Oh my goodness)
This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross
So we know true north
Smilin’, 50 karats in my jaw
Fuck the law
It’s a shame nigga, rhyme, nigga
Love crime

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Every other night I’m outside with the nine
You ain’t got chips, fuck the world
You got chips, you could fuck the next man’s girl
Sounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world
The weight kiss told us should never be misquoted
Them guns that you wave on the camera? We been toting
Selling love potion my whole rap career
So your streams and downloads could never match the kids
We could go foreign for foreign until it’s boring
My sheep will keep jumping the fence until you’re snoring
Street poetry, I’m on Wale Folarin
Till the world is mine like Illmatic and Lauryn
Written on the globe
Face to a table full of blow
Fresh powder skiing in the snow
Type of rappers we know
Got the right numbers on a kilo
Burn the the carter down like I’m Nino

[Hook: Pharrell & (Sample)]
Pullin up with the coupe (Oh my goodness)
Must’ve done something with the roof (Oh my goodness)
You see the look of stupid on the stoop (Oh my goodness)
I would take notes if I were you (Oh my goodness)
This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross
So we know true north
Smilin’, with 50 karats in my jaw
Fuck the law
It’s a shame nigga, rhyme, nigga
Love crime

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