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  • 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


(Chorus – Pharrell & Sample)
Pulling 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 ain’t no shooting off
Smiling, with 50 karats in my jaw
F**k the law
It’s a shame ni**a, rhyme, ni**a
Love crime

(Verse 1 – Vic Mensa)
It’s a shame they let us jump out of Bentleys with dirty vans
Hit the stage for 15 minutes, get 30 bands
Swiss bank account, clean money with dirty hands
With some hood ni**as that’s ready to bang with the Klan
Since I came in this s**t, made my name a name brand
French kissing bi**hes in Paris, clubbing like a caveman
We threw up the pyramid, now they say we Illuminati
Fox fur cavalli, f**k Bill O’Reilly
No blood diamonds, I rock gold like a king
Jewelry so cold, better blow the nose off the Sphinx
F**k you think?
I’mma be some type of role model?
I go full throttle desperado, that’s the motto
Vic in Chicago it’s Hugh Heff in the grotto
Brazilian models is mean mugging like Frida Kahlo
Drinking a horchata with Alicia Machado
Bi**h I’m the ticket, you just hit the lotto

(Chorus – Pharrell & Sample)
Pulling 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
Smiling, with 50 karats in my jaw
F**k the law
It’s a shame ni**a, rhyme, ni**a
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, ni**a, 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, f**k the judge
These rappers is false flagging, you a fashion blood
What’s bracking cuz? What you know about gangbanging?
What’s V-lone thug? Why Bari leave your head ranging?
Free Vic Mensa, I’mma start chain swanging
This that crack music, ni**a, you can blame Reagan
Balmain, without paying, y’all playing
We higher than a bi**h, my bi**h Himalayan
Suicide Ielago, that’s sacrificial lamb
I’m killa season Cam, no lives matter
Blam

(Chorus – Pharrell & Sample)
Pulling 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
Smiling, 50 karats in my jaw
F**k the law
It’s a shame ni**a, rhyme, ni**a
Love crime

(Verse 3 – Pusha T)
Every other night I’m outside with the nine
You ain’t got chips, f**k the world
You got chips, you could f**k 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

(Chorus – Pharrell & Sample)
Pulling 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
Smiling, with 50 karats in my jaw
F**k the law
It’s a shame ni**a, rhyme, ni**a
Love crime