C4 - OMG lyrics

[Produced by C4 & P-Lo] [Hook: Young Thug] I don't mean to bother But can you please call my lawyer? I'm like oh my God, yeah I'm like oh my God, yeah And I seen her from afar She ain't never got to wor' I'm like oh my God, yeah I'm like oh my God, yeah [Verse 1: Young Thug] Oh my God, you got me hard, I'ma listen to you, iPod Be with me, turn you to God, STD, I run my ward It smell good, I'ma put it on my lip Treat me like your baby, let me put it on your hip I won't tell nobody, had to tell you all to rip Cut my mouth off, put it in a Ziploc bag and zip I wanna see your face, baby please take your shades off I don't wanna go back and forth like a seesaw I just wanna f** and make your bell ring, ding dong Foreign, foreign, foreign, Japanese, French, Hong Kong [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Thug] Collect phone call, all these b**hes wanna f** Baby, I'll buy you a whole lot of fish like Truck Got a whole lot of foreign b**hes, they look just like ducks I'm a real old school n***a, I just wanna roll Presidential b**hes, knock 'em down like I'm bowling My lil woadie got the best out, he deserve a trophy I'ma show her, ain't no concert, you know I'ma show up Check the pulse, check the motion, Rolie Polie, Olie Olie C4 on the beat, C4 got a freak Thugger got a Jeep, no doors on that b**h Stuff those hoes inside of it, put them hoes on me You ain't got a beat, MTV jam of the week [Hook] [Verse 3: IamSu!] Aye, $uzy in the place Low profile, she ain't knowin' where I stay Long afro, hair fallin' in the face It's only one me but baby you could get replaced, great And it's Rich City by the way Everybody make it, homie, that's how we was raised Hoes in the Bay, hoes in LA Every bad b**h reppin' HBK Aye, aye, P-Lo on the beat, C4 on the beat She don't let me cut, I bet her number get delete-ed Wavy like I'm sea sick, hella hoes like Freaknik Go ahead and tell Young Thugger run it when the beat end [Hook]