Rickyla - OMS (On My Soul) Lyrics

On my
On my
On my soul
On my soul
All my life I've stood ten toes that's on my soul
The realest bitch you'll ever know that's on my soul
Money over hoes that's on my soul
Put that on my soul
Cream butter bitch no pecan, no Puerto Rican or Dominicana
Sexy hot mama, with a black mama
Who got a black mama, that got a black mama
But I don't got no kids 'cept the bitches that be on my dick
So, I don't have go as hard
Bitches prolly won't catch that bar, cause they trying hard
And I know that it's a heavy lift
No dis to them girls too
But you chopped like liver, so it's screw you
I'm getting 10s across the board like X with Rue
What's plankton to a shoe? Yeah that must be you
And since I got you by the throat, let me grab my noose
Got subs paying me just to send they nudes
To get unblocked that's gone cost you too
Mistress Money Making Madame, you know how I move
No clown in my blood, but I been an it girl since I came out the cut (came out the cut)
F*ck a wrap around a finger, I'mma hold theses nigga all by they nuts (all by they nuts)
They gone do what I say, They gone trick, they gone pay, They gone run me my cut (my cut)
Lowkey should've really been a D.R. with the way I make 'em cough that up
Killing this shit, John Lennon
Child's play but I am not kidding
Tank Davis, I cannot stop winning
Like really just won't stop winning
If she wanna rage a war, I got it locked, no Diddy
I'm the illest city, ain't nobody f*cking with me
I'm a billi, she a penny, make her dance, get silly
Can't beat Nike, girl you Achilles
On my soul
All my life I've stood ten toes that's on my soul
The realest bitch you'll ever know that's on my soul
Money over hoes that's on my soul
Put that on my soul
Semper ad Dominum pertineo, anima mea solius eius est in aeternum
Amen
Man we all know a hit dog gone holler
And yeah it's true I'm a bad bitch; no leash, muzzle, or collar
Bitch I'm f*cking colossal
You old hag, you a fossil
And to the str8s that hate my fav we know y'all play with your nostrils
This shit might get ugly but I'm still sitting pretty
I been a five star bitch and yeah that's word to Nicki
Corny nigga, getting bread I'mma call you Jiffy
You flashing money, toting guns, and then you go hit the griddy?
You the type that I'on like cause you just a pretender
It's people really in the field, that'll really end ya
Now you on dateline, in the daytime, body in a blender
They mailing pieces to ya folks saying"return to sender"
I peep game, so I play to win
Said it once before, now here let me say it again, ugh
Just to be clear, I'mma child of God
My Lord is always with me, so I win, no matter the odds
Mwah