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jon jupiter - o.m.g. lyrics

hook:
oh my god
you know ain’t n0body f-ckin with the squad
why you claim you getting money when you not
n-gga lyin’ to yourself you need to stop
you should have some pride in yourself yeah
give me the lob
uber ask me where we goin’ i said the top
they ain’t love me till i got the sh-t to pop
been on the job ever since i quit my job
f-ck it imma ride for myself yeah

verse 1:
there she go
i just wanna see you work out on the pole
told her bend it over bust it on me slow
every time she move like that i lose control
stick to the code
you could catch me out in london with the bros
if they say that it’s a go man it’s a go
we just sold out all the seats we need some more
runnin man runnin man runnin man
ball on these hoes like juwanna mann
how you stay broke i don’t understand
i need a couple of ones in hand
i got some bad b-tches from j-pan
lost in a alice no wonderland
i need a palace no buckingham
hoe i’m a savage you don’t want no static
your girlfriend told me she don’t want a man
say she want me i say come again
i keep a band in a rubberband
racks in my hand like i’m uncle sam
first i made it, then i made a way
i don’t get faded i just fade away

verse 2:
love the way you move it like that, ooh yeah
you gon’ make a n-gga double back, ooh yeah
put that p-ssy on the motherf-ckin’ map, ooh yeah
throw it up, then i make it back, ooh yeah
i don’t want it if her sh-t don’t sound like krafts, ooh yeah
throw it in a circle make it clap, ooh yeah
satisfaction guaranteed or money back, ooh yeah
we gon’ have a dance party in my lap, ooh yeah
ooh yeah
ooh d-mn
she f-ckin’ with me cuz i’m stylish
b-tch i’m stylish
don’t f-ck with no hoe ‘cuz you childish
b-tch you childish
told all of my n-ggas i got it
i’m makin’ deposits
i’m fly as a pilot
she ride in my c-ckpit
the sh-t ain’t no challenge
booty so big it might throw me off balance, ooh
ride on that wood like a stallion, ooh
hit the strip throw up a thousand, ooh
she thick she don’t f-ck with no salad, ooh
america best, she got talent
no master p, but she bout it
she make it dance like a ballad, ooh
i make it wet like a fountain, ooh
lil mama bad she just my type
she ain’t got no panties or no pride
money hoes respect i can’t decide
f-ck with one of my n-ggas we all ‘gon ride

- jon jupiter lyrics

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