OG Umar Johnson Songtext
von Rizzlyricist

Woo
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
I don′t mother fucking play

OG Umar Johnson what
You really think I'm gonna sit here and sing the chorus to ya
Lenon Honor doesn′t want to work to
Be able to afford throwing that ass in a circle

This is lyrical fitness sick and I'm gifted
It's ridiculous this prick is a feminine bitch with
Two balls and a cane enter the center of his lip
Twizzlers get bit the color of lipstick to smother his kids with

Looking like a booty goon pirate screaming out butter me biscuits
Take a douche kit shove it up his rectum like a pool stick
Slam him in a locker for doing livestreams in the night in pajamas
A buttoned-up shirt with the boxers get the Glock son let it off ugh


Catherine Brown look like
One of them caked-up faces in a magazine mad at me
I will happily take her on a date Applebee′s
Jack off my sperm in her plate bon appétit

I′m a good guy Chucky in the flesh
Old school rap you're now rocking with the best
My ding-a-ling my ding-a-ling what
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling scarlet

Awe shit I′m getting off topic double entendre's coming all at once
You′re a tourist surgical lure his girl to a door it's oh Mama Oshun
Babylonian Makaveli is bombing ornaments Solomon′s a king
Onomatopoeia not the lottery I'm on your property monopoly

Oligopoly commodity is what you got to be
Socrate philosophy bomb atomically
Montavious Woodgrain walks wobbly follow me

What up girl? I'm King Kong Conscious
Shake your little booty ′till my dick get longer
I′m the type to rearrange your face in the mirror
Your circadian rhythm is a blurred as your vision

Chauvinist pig with a Doberman Pinscher
To go and get rid of the doe I'm a flip son
Of a bitch can′t you all take a joke?
Who want the smoke when I put out the flame


I do this forever ain't new to the game
In conclusion however the screws in my cranium
Calculated every move when I′m making them
Going ape shit again on a track

When I mess up I'm like oh what the fack
Just get to the facts spitting like blah
Here kitty kitty there′s twenty kittens
Literally here sitting with me staring at pennies

Hoppity hop skippity skip the hook
This isn't it this is the bridge
And it goes as hard as Tiffany's tits
The kid is a menace

Before the doors will close we′ll do si do the rodeo
Forgot the lyrics to the song and how the chorus go
But you know what I do not know what you already know
We′ll do si do we'll do si do let′s do si do the chorus yo