paroles de chanson Omg - Soulja Boy

God damn, oh my God
God damn, oh my God
God damn, oh my God
God damn, oh my God
God damn, oh my God
God damn, oh my God
God damn, oh my God
God damn, oh my God
God damn, oh my God
God damn, oh my God
God damn, oh my God
God damn, oh my God
God damn, oh my God
God damn, oh my God
God damn, oh my God

Real nigga movement, young nigga year
Lookin' so fresh, you'd thought I was a queer
Feeling like homer Simpson drinkin' out a beer
Money in the front with the Lean in the rear
Get him out of here, swag of the year
Young Soulja Boy, I went and tattooed all my tears
Damn I had no fears, I feel like a bitch
Shoutouts to Lil B, I'm sittin' on my dick
Pull up to the trap, hoes like, "Damn"
All this fuckin' money, bitch, I think I'm uncle sam
Tatted on my wrist and my clip don't jam
Soulja Boy Tell Em, in the kitchen cookin' yams
Trap goin' ham, speakers going hammer
Took your main bitch, then I bammed her and I bammed her
Yeah, I rammed her than I jammed her
Nutted in her mouth
I fucked that bitch in Alabamer