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omarcameup - geometry dash lyrics

[intro: omarcameup]
uh, uh uh (seventh heaven)
uh, uh uh
uh, uh uh
uh, uh (uh, uh uh)

[chorus: omarcameup]
i ain’t cuffin’ on no thot, i’m only f+ckin’
i already told that b+tch if i ain’t nuttin’, we ain’t nothin’
the head game was immaculate, she almost got concussion
give me a new whip and start the engine with a b+tton
b+tch, it’s nothing

[post+chorus: omarcameup]
uh, yeah
ain’t no bag, ain’t no comma, that’s my policy
loud pack got me cheesin’, that’s that pot of greed
yeah, d+cked her down once, and now she won’t stop callin’ me
asthmatic [?], i got my [?]

[verse 1: omarcameup]
uh, eh, uh, eh
got these b+tches throwing p+ssy at me at the clock of speed
if you not my family or my gang then do not talk to me
b+tch, i’m ’bout my lettuce, spinach, coral, and broccoli
[?] (word)
b+tch, you ask too many questions, might be federal
yeah, got your shawty and she sucking on my genitals
rappers hear my beats and they be like, “gimme ten of them”
[?], said it and i meant it
my style is unique, you can’t get this sh+t on reddit
if she throw it back, then best believe that i’m gon’ catch it
sent it back in green in case you didn’t get the message, lil’ b+tch
[chorus: omarcameup]
i ain’t cuffin’ on no thot, i’m only f+ckin’
i already told that b+tch if i ain’t nuttin’, we ain’t nothin’
the head game was immaculate, she almost got concussion
give me a new whip and start the engine with a b+tton
b+tch, it’s nothing

[verse 2: shofu & omarcameup]
(you won’t+you won’t)
you won’t see me lockin’ with no becky (you won’t)
b+tch, i throw this paper in the air like some confetti (word!)
your chick look like quasimodo and her booty sweaty
bad b+tch, i’mma eat it all week like mom’s spaghetti (woo)
money talking, you can’t get no word in, b+tch i’m petty, yeah
shofu came from straight up out the ground like i’m resetti, yeah
if it’s war then we don’t f+ck around, b+tch i’m ready, yeah
fine sh+t let me get up in your ass, you won’t regret it, yeah (ready?)
man, these b+tches never get it
i don’t want that hand+me+down p+ssy, you should set it
hit it once and you gon’ wish your fine ass never met him
if you didn’t get the message, lil’ b+tch
[chorus: omarcameup]
i ain’t cuffin’ on no thot, i’m only f+ckin’
i already told that b+tch if i ain’t nuttin’, we ain’t nothin’ (word!)
the head game was immaculate, she almost got concussion
give me a new whip and start the engine with a b+tton
b+tch, it’s nothing

[post+chorus: omarcameup]
uh, yeah
ain’t no bag, ain’t no comma, that’s my policy
yeah, loud pack got me cheesin’, that’s that pot of greed
yeah, d+cked her down once, and now she won’t stop callin’ me
asthmatic [?], i got my [?]

[outro]
welcome back to the stage of history
seventh+

- omarcameup lyrics

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