Ocean Kelly - OMELETTE Lyrics

La la la la lushy
Real thick bitch
Pl - pl - pl - plushy
You may want me but don't touch me
Yes my breast are given busty
Busty
Flip shit quick like a egg benedict
Lil' bitch suck a dick
Get a hit
Get a grip
I'm the nikon icon
Bitch i'm the shit
Hoe quit just admit
All my shit is legit
It's legit
It's legit
It's legit
It's legit
It's legit
It's legit
It's legit
Flip this shit like a omelette
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Flip this shit like a omelette
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Flip this shit like a omelette
You could never name
Another bitch that gag the paparazzi
Every time I crash the party
Flyer than a kamikaze
Servin' bourbon beverages
To bitches giving body ody
Get a little loopy
Off that hottie ody toddy oddy
Keep em' in line
Got these bitches at the Congo
Number two supersize
Hit em' with the combo
Tell her sober up
She always interrupt the convo
Hold for applause
It's time for the encore
Encore rich whore
I should be a bitch more
I'm the only one
So they want to know a bitch lore
Been a rich bitch
Even when I was piss poor
Nigga i want liquor
I ain't f*ckin' with no liqueur
What what
I'd like at least some Bacardi
Cunt cunt
They want a piece of the body
The parfum is given Issey Miyake
Back to back parties
With hella drunk thotties
I'm on 285 in a foreign
Out in tokyo baby i'm tourin'
Sippin' sake these bitches be pourin'
I'm a g regulate just like Warren
It was him and his friends in the sauna
Shoot my shot like I'm Tony Montana
He a top he a bottom don't matter
I'm a flip this shit like a omelette
Flip flip flip flip
Flip flip flip flip
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Flip flip
Flip this shit like a omelette
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Flip this shit like a omelette
Flip
I am the greatest I claim it
I know
Your favorite rapper
Ain't seen me before
I just be slayin' these bitches
And slayin' these niggas
Til you cannot play em'
No moe
I am a walkin' talkin' rappin'
Ipod
My nigga got three legs
He a tripod
Holy shit holy cow
Nigga i'm God
How could i not make it that'd be
Quite odd
All this shit in my medula
VVS's in the cooler
Bitch don't talk to me
Go talk to my jewler
Pretty lil' bitch and i stay in
Bottega
This is my land nigga
Run me my acres
Nigga i want smoke
I'm outside with the vapors
Bitch i'm too raw
Roll me up in them papers
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