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Chill Bump - OMG (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chill Bump
Chill Bump
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miscellaneous
Miscellaneous
Lyrics
Bankal
Bankal
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Romain Pasquier
Romain Pasquier
Mixing Engineer
Mike Marsh
Mike Marsh
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh my God) Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh my God) Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh my God) Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh no) You think you verified cause you bought a new blue tick I was too too sick before my pews grew thick A little you for spit, a dude's new it I'd battle at the lunch break, I'd take your fruit juice bricks We had a sick crew, we would shoot hoops with, we'd sip brews Puffs, bliss, bumping new woo shit Before smartphones, I only saved a few group pics We done came a long way since that FUBU trip We kept rhyming, scratching, the usual shit I made a living off of this, fucked it through too quick We got fans who crave for new music, screaming (Oh my God) Like that white bitch in every YouTube clip We in a different country every week We got work to do, Tom Hanks we practically sleep at the terminal You're just a bitter rapper People never heard of you, insecure dude taking pics at the urinal It's cocky, it's ballsy, it's gritty An anglerfish mugshot, it ain't nothing pretty This shit goes hard like that viagra stiffy They like OMG when we come to the city Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh my God) Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh my God) Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh my God) Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh my God) Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh my God) Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh my God) Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh no) Rap led me to Caribbean waters I'm chilling somewhere sunny but I'm really in orbit Life used to be a bitch, now she pretty and gorgeous That pussy got tighter, those titties enormous I'm sipping something sassy in Parisian quarters Enjoying the karma, the empty city in August We gon' make a billion off this Then retire to the mountains like Sicilian bosses (Let's go) We tour the globe and we know it's a good look We get the impact, all the shows that we should book These frauds leave their comfort zones and they look shook I wrote these bars on a Cambodian tuk-tuk With a driver beeping (beep), speeding through a crammed alley Today alone, I was in London and Paris (oh) We live in a dream, you don't understand Happy at me, shows, hoes off the door They dump their pants at me It's cocky, it's ballsy, it's gritty Jada Pinkett's soul, it ain't nothing pretty This shit goes hard like that viagra stiffy They like OMG when we come to the city Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh my God) Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh my God) Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh my God) Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh my God) Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh my God) Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh my God) Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God, (Oh no) Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my
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