Oh my god

Omg lyrics Lookamah Lookamah Lookamah Lookamah Lookamah Lookamah Lookamah Lookamah Lookamah Lookamah Lookamah Lookamah Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,oh my god Look at my bitch (whoa) Oh my god, oh my god Look at my wrist (whoa) Oh my god, oh my god Just look at the neck (ahhh Oh my god, oh my god Got these broke nucca upset (err) Oh my god, oh my god You ain’t got no job Oh my god, oh my god Nigga all we do is rob Oh my god, oh my god We just tryna finesse checks Oh my god,oh my god The way she gimme neck that’s oh my godddd Got me feeling like a fuckin star Bling Chains lighting up the fucking car(skirt) My jeweler somewhere up on fuccin Mars (vroom) My shit Shining like some fuckin stars (whoa) Look at my bitch look at my wrist whoa Oh my god Young nigga living large Pulling up in all dese cars Bad bitches on my dicc Tagging me in all their pics Started at the bottom,still at the bottom but I talk it like I’m rich Young Biggs tryna flex Nigga who next Bigga wessin ya checks Biggs you stressed This broke nigga upset Nigga u mad His wifey just left me He sad Look at my bitch (whoa) Oh my god, oh my god Look at my wrist (whoa) Oh my god, oh my god Just look at the neck (ahhh Oh my god, oh my god Got these broke nucca upset (err) Oh my god, oh my god You ain’t got no job Oh my god, oh my god Nigga all we do is rob Oh my god, oh my god We just tryna finesse checks Oh my god,oh my god The way she gimme neck that’s oh my godddd On topa that I just fucked his lady Fucced her Now she talking bout havin my baby That bitch crazy I ain’t given her shit Just a gold wrapper and some dicc Couple bitch wanna fucc wit me Wanna fucc wit me And a couple niggas they look up yo me They look up to me Cuz a nigga really really made a nigga Why all my exes really hate a nigga Now I tell my exes that I made it nigga That’s a fact I’m fuccin ya bitch she succin my dicc For a text She being a bird Cuz prolly she heard I’m up next I told all my niggas to throw up a bet Blow a check Look at me now Drip on me now Lest finesse Look at my bitch (whoa) Oh my god, oh my god Look at my wrist (whoa) Oh my god, oh my god Just look at the neck (ahhh Oh my god, oh my god Got these broke nucca upset (err) Oh my god, oh my god You ain’t got no job Oh my god, oh my god Nigga all we do is rob Oh my god, oh my god We just tryna finesse checks Oh my god,oh my god The way she gimme neck that’s oh my godddd