Lyrical Breakdown of OMG - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "OMG" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "OMG" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Young Thug employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Young Thug's narrative.
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I don't mean to barge you
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
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 fuck and make your bell ring, ding dong
Foreign, foreign, foreign, Japanese, French, Hong Kong
I don't mean to barge you
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
Collect phone call, all these bitches wanna fuck
Baby, I'll buy you a whole lot of fish like Truck
Got a whole lot of foreign bitches, they look just like ducks
I'm a real old school nigga, I just wanna roll
Presidential bitches, 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 bitch
Stuff those hoes inside of it, put them hoes on me
You ain't got a beat, MTV jam of the week
I don't mean to barge you
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