G.O.M.C Lyrics

Get off my clit, you irritate my shit Can't feel on a bitch like this, I need your

Signature Matter fact, your fingerprint, I need your

Details When I turn a nigga to a bitch, tell him get

Off my clit You cannot lit, you gotta make them racks

Before you see this ass again, I'm done being your friend

I got win in the name, so losing ain't the way

I'm tryna get paid, so don't fuck with me Cause I got smoke ready, let that shit go

Turn my haters ghost, bitch, adios Tell him get off my clit, nigga

Tell him get off my clit, nigga Get off my clit, you irritate my shit

Can't feel on a bitch like this, I need your signature

Matter fact, your fingerprint, I need your details

When I turn a nigga to a bitch, tell him get off my clit

Can't only touch if you're rich, I'm far from a basic bitch

Broke hoes, they talking shit, get off my clit I don't come quick, I need that A1 Dick

I'm not doing no running, just leave you nigga with concussions

How I'm fucking, and for the ones that don't love me

Tell him get off my clit, nigga Tell him get off my clit, nigga

Get off my clit, you irritate my shit Can't feel on a bitch like this, I need your

signature Matter fact, your fingerprint, I need your

details When I turn a nigga to a bitch, tell him

get off my clit You cannot lick, you gotta make the rest

before you see this ass again I'm done being friends

I got win in the name, so losing ain't the way

I'm tryna get paid, so don't fuck with me