ОТРАВА – OMG

ОТРАВА – OMG Lyrics

Artist: ОТРАВА
Song: OMG

Кто твой Бог?
Кто твой Бог?
Я звоню на телефон!
Кто твой Бог?

Кто твой Бог?
Иду в храм зову его!
Кто твой Бог?
Кто твой Бог?

Мне реально пох!
Пох*й!
Пох*й!
Кто твой Бог!

Пох*й!
Пох*й!
Где найти его!
OTRAVA. Валит как надо, страшнее торнадо!

Ваши текста как будто прямиком отправлены из интерната
Вы наваливаете все на бит, что меня тошнит, эпоха виновата!
Но я здесь и мне придется вас всех перестрелять чертей из автомата!
Ебать ты у нас волшебница, ты за три щеки соснул х*йца!

Я выложил на стол свой ствол, пока ты дрочил в углу свой отстой!
Подо мной города, поднял под себя, понимай сам, я нелегал!
Во мне есть оскал, дай Оскар, а ты такой же *блан как Billy Milligan!
Кто твой Бог?

Кто твой Бог?
Я звоню на телефон!
Кто твой Бог?
Кто твой Бог?

Иду в храм зову его!
Кто твой Бог?
Кто твой Бог?
Мне реально пох!

Пох*й!
Пох*й!
Кто твой Бог!
Пох*й!

Пох*й!
Где найти его!
Blow blow blow
That’s still poppin’ shots

Whippin’ coke in your pasta pots
They say I fell off or I’m not as hot
Lines at my shows been around the block
Flocka choppa, let’s pop a bottle

My wife a gangsta, not just a model
I’m a beast n#gg#, it’s hard to follow
At peace n#gg#, eat this hollow
Been some places, I beat some cases

Dunk and KO, I see their faces
Run the play up, I see the
Six numbers n#gg#, this sh#t is basic
Investing keys, make several G’s

I’m on the recipe to make ecstacy
Talk in person, no texting me
You know stand next to me
Rapper diss me, I’ma let him know

Pull up your schedule, come to your show
Buy a ticket on the front row
Then beat your #ss so everybody know
You m#th*rf#ck*rs can’t play with me

Don’t LOL or JK with me
Tell the truth it amazes me
To be myself I get paid to be
You m#th*rf#ck*rs act fake for free

So you f#ck n#gg#s stay away from me
Getting money sound great to me
I’m get these from A to Z
Come to your town and it’s going down

Free Gucci posters all in the crowd
My smoke volume super loud
My personal is like half a pound
Did festivals all across the globe

Met a lot of people, there’s a lot to know
Wanna be the man, that’s a lot to grow
Nobody alive gonna stop the show
Switching the flow up, you rappers are hoe

I see you in person you act like you know us don’t dap us or show us not love
f#ck all y’all
I’m still young Flock with the sawed off
Bricksquad, we a global name

For hoes and fame, you n#gg#s go insane
Stick to the code, that’s loyalty
Bring loyal fees and royalty
Lost hella weight but I’m still eating

Hold my calls, I’m in a meeting
It’s winning season, I’m getting even
Against the odds til I’m finished breathing
Pray for ’em (p#ssies)

Pray for ’em (Flocka)
Pray for ’em (Flocka)
Salute Me or Shoot Me the album, the n#gg#’s on the way
Blow blow blow
Find more lyrics at https://dcslyrics.com

OMG Lyrics – English Translation

Who is your God?
Who is your God?
I’m calling the phone!
Who is your God?

Who is your God?
I’m going to the temple call him!
Who is your God?
Who is your God?

I really f#ck!
FSh*th!
FSh*th!
Who is your God!

FSh*th!
FSh*th!
Where to find him!
OTRAVA. Backs as it should, worse than a tornado!

Your texts seem to be sent directly from the boarding school
You pour everything on the bit that is sick of me, the era is to blame!
But I will here and I will have to shoot you all the devils from the machine!
f#ck you a sorceress, you sip X*yza in three cheeks!

I laid out my trunk on the table while you jerked off in the corner!
Under me, I raised the cities under myself, understand myself, I illegal!
There is a grin in me, give an Oscar, and you are the same *blanus as Billy Milligan!
Who is your God?

Who is your God?
I’m calling the phone!
Who is your God?
Who is your God?

I’m going to the temple call him!
Who is your God?
Who is your God?
I really f#ck!

FSh*th!
FSh*th!
Who is your God!
FSh*th!

FSh*th!
Where to find him!
Blow Blow Blow
That’s Still Poppin ‘Shots

Whippin ‘Coke in your pasta pots
They Say I Fell Off or i’m Not as Hot
Lines At My Shows Been Around the Block
Flocka Choppa, Let’s Pop a Bottle

My Wife a Gangsta, Not Just a Model
I’M a Beast n#gg#, It’s Hard to Follow
At Peace n#gg#, Eat this Hollow
Been SOME PLACES, I Beat SOME CASES

Dunk and Ko, I See Their Faces
Run The Play Up, I See the
Six Numbers n#gg#, this sh#t is Basic
Investing Keys, Make Several G’s

I’M on the Recipe to Make Ecstace
Talk in Person, No Texting Me
You Know Stand Next to Me
Rapper Diss ME, I’MA Let Him Know

Pull Up Your Schedule, Come to Youth Show
Buy a Ticket on the Front Row
The Beat Your #ss So EVERYBODY KNOW
You m#th*rf#ck*rs Canet Play with Me

Don`t Lol or jk with me
Tell The Truth It Amazes Me
To be myself I get Paid to be
You m#th*rf#ck*rs Act Fake for Free

SOU f#ck n#gg#s Stay Away from Me
Getting Money Sound Great to Me
I’m get these from a to z
COME to your Town and It’s Going Down

Free Gucci Posters All in the Crowd
My Smoke Volume Super Loud
My Personal is Like Half a Pound
DID Festivals All Across The Globe

MET A LOT of PEOPLE, There’s A LOT To KNOW
Wanna be the man, that’s a lot to grrow
Nobody Alive Gonna Stop The Show
Switching the Flow Up, You Rappers Are Hoe

I See You in Person You Act Like You Know Us Don Dap or Show Us Not Love
f#ck All Y’all
I’M Still Young Flock with The Sawed Off
Bricksquad, We a Global Name

For hones and faam, you n#gg#s go insane
Stick to the Code, That’s Loyalty
Bring Loyal Fees and Royalty
Lost Hella Weight But I’M Still Eating

Hold My Calls, i’m in a Meeting
IT’s Winning Season, I’M Getting Even
Against the Odds til i’m finished Breathing
Pray for ‘Em (p#ssies)

Pray for ‘Em (FLOCKA)
Pray for ‘Em (FLOCKA)
Salute Me or Shoot Mee the Album, The n#gg#’s ON THE WAY
Blow Blow Blow
Find more lyrics at https://dcslyrics.com

ОТРАВА Lyrics – OMG

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Release Year: 2021