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Scott Blanco - OMG Lyrics

OMG

[Intro]

Oh my god
Oh my god, he on X Games mode

[Chorus]

Hear that beat I Milly Rock
Turn the streets to Mardi Gras
When yo girl see me she pop her bra
Oh my god
I might cop an Audemars
Ice it out, on the rocks
That is how I like my gin
Holy shit, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my, oh my god
Yeah, yeah
Oh my god, oh my, oh my god
Yeah
She doing drugs
And she put that coke on top
That is how I like my Jack
Holy crap, oh my god

[Verse 1]

I done been about my shit for a minute
96 when I did it
I’m the best they won’t admit it, yeah
Sip up on this liquor
Minding my own business
Been up on my business
Reach down grab the bar Imma
Bend it, I been, flexin’, mad
My friends, say I, should stop, nah
I can, I bought, all this, cash
My bitch, thin waist, that ass, fat
Back it up back it up
I ain’t talking no Roy Woods
Spark it up I enjoy woods
Watch the way this boy juug
Back it up back it up
Can you move to the side
Can you hop in my ride
I’ll take you to the sky
What it do what it do
Team strong like a Brinks truck
Got ideas you couldn’t think of
‘Fore the money done picked up
Coming through coming through
So New York ya-na-mean
Money tall like Yao Ming
Ass fat in them Mom jeans

[Chorus]

Hear that beat I Milly Rock
Turn the streets to Mardi Gras
When yo girl see me she pop her bra
Oh my god
I might cop an Audemars
Ice it out, on the rocks
That is how I like my gin
Holy shit, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my, oh my god
Yeah, yeah
Oh my god, oh my, oh my god
Yeah
She doing drugs
And she put that coke on top
That is how I like my Jack
Holy crap, oh my god

[Verse 2]

So warm that breeze
Butterfly doors up
Man who need AC
Make sure they see
That bling on neck
Cost ‘bout 80
No Wayne Chrebet
I’m fly like jet
Why you smoking fronto
Cause I’m Blanco baby Blanco
Call me the head huncho
I ain’t talking bout no Quavo
Imma takeoff when you offset
Leave you left in a debacle
I do everything colossal
I can pop you like the top up on a Snapple, yeah
If you wanna squabble
Imma hit you with that combo
With my right hand tied behind my back
My left hand on the Bible, yeah
I call that survival
Give a peace sign to my brothers
Pointers down for all my rivals, yeah
Designer leather on my carry on
I been running all day marathon
Why do they sleep on the champion
You need to quit all that Ambien

[Chorus]

Hear that beat I Milly Rock
Turn the streets to Mardi Gras
When yo girl see me she pop her bra
Oh my god
I might cop an Audemars
Ice it out, on the rocks
That is how I like my gin
Holy shit, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my, oh my god
Yeah, yeah
Oh my god, oh my, oh my god
Yeah
She doing drugs
And she put that coke on top
That is how I like my Jack
Holy crap, oh my god

Date Added: 2018-04-09
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