OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
Hate these hoes they aint loyal
Jewels on me like Im royal
Gold on my chick she spoiled
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
Hate these hoes they aint loyal
Jewels on me like Im royal
Gold on my chick she spoiled
Bitch Im a dog, just call me Clifford
Frostbite on my wrist, it look just like blizzard
I asked what she drank and she said its just syzurp
And I cut that bitch just like some scissors
And we dont ever f*ck with the cops
Middle fingers up to the opps
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt
Top down doing like 90 in a drop
Drop, 90 in a drop
No brakes on me just the gas
In and outta traffic, yea Im weaving past
Police lurking by the grass
No they cant catch me
Bad black queen in the next seat
Grabbing on my dick acting like a freak
Car seat still stained with my own skeet
Hit it raw and I aint get an STD
Me plus rap whats the sum off
Guess that equals the hardest come up
Jewels on me go ahead and run up
I remember when I was made fun of
Now the same bitches just want my tongue up
Inside of them, inside of them
I hate these hoes Im tired of them
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
Hate these hoes they aint loyal
Jewels on me like Im royal
Gold on my chick she spoiled
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
Hate these hoes they aint loyal
Jewels on me like Im royal
Gold on my chick she spoiled
Never regretting they all only lessons
I want all the green like vinaigrette dressing
I walk out in sweats and I keep on impressing
And fashion Im dressing
She say Im her fantasy
Thats probably why she say her man aint a fan of me
Took the game like it was handed to me
Pain to rappers like a cramp in the knee
Oh God, Oh God
And I got a hundred racks stacked on the dresser
Wrist so cold it'll change the whole weather
Brand new Benz with the grey soft leather
And I just flew this shawty back home to the 63
Got another shawty calling up my phone asking if you miss me
And I just want the head and I never let her kiss me
Hit the highway doing 90 in the six speed
Yeah, yeah
Aint no room for hurt shooting for the stars
Talking so far, way past Mars
Moving forward fast so Im never on pause
I got the girls, I got the bars, got the balls
Talking money, talking cars
Im moving in ways that you cant perceive
If you think I wont do it, bitch please its Josh D
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
Hate these hoes they aint loyal
Jewels on me like Im royal
Gold on my chick she spoiled
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
Hate these hoes they aint loyal
Jewels on me like Im royal
Gold on my chick she spoiled
Josh D. - OMG Lyrics
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OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
Hate these hoes they aint loyal
Jewels on me like Im royal
Gold on my chick she spoiled
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
Hate these hoes they aint loyal
Jewels on me like Im royal
Gold on my chick she spoiled
Bitch Im a dog, just call me Clifford
Frostbite on my wrist, it look just like blizzard
I asked what she drank and she said its just syzurp
And I cut that bitch just like some scissors
And we dont ever f*ck with the cops
Middle fingers up to the opps
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt
Top down doing like 90 in a drop
Drop, 90 in a drop
No brakes on me just the gas
In and outta traffic, yea Im weaving past
Police lurking by the grass
No they cant catch me
Bad black queen in the next seat
Grabbing on my dick acting like a freak
Car seat still stained with my own skeet
Hit it raw and I aint get an STD
Me plus rap whats the sum off
Guess that equals the hardest come up
Jewels on me go ahead and run up
I remember when I was made fun of
Now the same bitches just want my tongue up
Inside of them, inside of them
I hate these hoes Im tired of them
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
Hate these hoes they aint loyal
Jewels on me like Im royal
Gold on my chick she spoiled
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
Hate these hoes they aint loyal
Jewels on me like Im royal
Gold on my chick she spoiled
Never regretting they all only lessons
I want all the green like vinaigrette dressing
I walk out in sweats and I keep on impressing
And fashion Im dressing
She say Im her fantasy
Thats probably why she say her man aint a fan of me
Took the game like it was handed to me
Pain to rappers like a cramp in the knee
Oh God, Oh God
And I got a hundred racks stacked on the dresser
Wrist so cold it'll change the whole weather
Brand new Benz with the grey soft leather
And I just flew this shawty back home to the 63
Got another shawty calling up my phone asking if you miss me
And I just want the head and I never let her kiss me
Hit the highway doing 90 in the six speed
Yeah, yeah
Aint no room for hurt shooting for the stars
Talking so far, way past Mars
Moving forward fast so Im never on pause
I got the girls, I got the bars, got the balls
Talking money, talking cars
Im moving in ways that you cant perceive
If you think I wont do it, bitch please its Josh D
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
Hate these hoes they aint loyal
Jewels on me like Im royal
Gold on my chick she spoiled
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
Hate these hoes they aint loyal
Jewels on me like Im royal
Gold on my chick she spoiled
OH MY GOD
Hate these hoes they aint loyal
Jewels on me like Im royal
Gold on my chick she spoiled
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
Hate these hoes they aint loyal
Jewels on me like Im royal
Gold on my chick she spoiled
Bitch Im a dog, just call me Clifford
Frostbite on my wrist, it look just like blizzard
I asked what she drank and she said its just syzurp
And I cut that bitch just like some scissors
And we dont ever f*ck with the cops
Middle fingers up to the opps
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt
Top down doing like 90 in a drop
Drop, 90 in a drop
No brakes on me just the gas
In and outta traffic, yea Im weaving past
Police lurking by the grass
No they cant catch me
Bad black queen in the next seat
Grabbing on my dick acting like a freak
Car seat still stained with my own skeet
Hit it raw and I aint get an STD
Me plus rap whats the sum off
Guess that equals the hardest come up
Jewels on me go ahead and run up
I remember when I was made fun of
Now the same bitches just want my tongue up
Inside of them, inside of them
I hate these hoes Im tired of them
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
Hate these hoes they aint loyal
Jewels on me like Im royal
Gold on my chick she spoiled
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
Hate these hoes they aint loyal
Jewels on me like Im royal
Gold on my chick she spoiled
Never regretting they all only lessons
I want all the green like vinaigrette dressing
I walk out in sweats and I keep on impressing
And fashion Im dressing
She say Im her fantasy
Thats probably why she say her man aint a fan of me
Took the game like it was handed to me
Pain to rappers like a cramp in the knee
Oh God, Oh God
And I got a hundred racks stacked on the dresser
Wrist so cold it'll change the whole weather
Brand new Benz with the grey soft leather
And I just flew this shawty back home to the 63
Got another shawty calling up my phone asking if you miss me
And I just want the head and I never let her kiss me
Hit the highway doing 90 in the six speed
Yeah, yeah
Aint no room for hurt shooting for the stars
Talking so far, way past Mars
Moving forward fast so Im never on pause
I got the girls, I got the bars, got the balls
Talking money, talking cars
Im moving in ways that you cant perceive
If you think I wont do it, bitch please its Josh D
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
Hate these hoes they aint loyal
Jewels on me like Im royal
Gold on my chick she spoiled
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
Hate these hoes they aint loyal
Jewels on me like Im royal
Gold on my chick she spoiled
Writer: JOSHUA JONES
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