Lyrics Can't Nobody Whip the Kid / House Party - OMG

O, M, G!
Nigga, fuck how you feel
Lench mob in this bitch
Cuff your chick and then guard your grill
At the Staples Center, we gon' turn up the [?]
They screaming "watch the throne"
But my town got the colosseum
Game 7 nigga, ain't no choice boy
I gotta beat 'em
I gotta eat 'em
Will somebody pass me the Tapatio?
Maui in the spring
Summertime, I be out in Rio
Surrounded by my niggas
And bad bitches in high heels
Who am I?
Boy, I'm O.M.G of course
If you catch me out in public
What I'm holding is a torch
Catch me with your bitch
And we gon' be in the Porsche
And if you niggas trying to ball
Then I'm Kobe in the fourth
Got 'em patiently waiting for devastation
I shake 'em, then I take 'em
I break 'em, annihilate 'em
These niggas thinking they're taking are Kane and the Undertaker
OMG and Doughboy, bitch we shake 'em and we bake 'em
We L-E-N-C-H-M-O-B balling
These niggas was at the top
But now they free falling
I'm in this bitch, like please excuse my sneaks [?]
You'd probably only see Mike's kids with these Jordans
We got it locked and never made a key
Pacquiao how I got this money chasing me
It's plain to see why they hating me
I am what they claim to be
O.M.G
Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin', models watchin' all in my living room
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party