OHMAMI
Chase Atlantic
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Bitch, I'm fuckin' styling Yuh styling (ooh-ooh-ooh, oh) Yeah (whoa) Cuban link, diamond cross I got a Spanish chiquita No habla ingles, not at all, no Cut up three lines like Adidas She clean that shit up with her nose And I got a kilo, man Kilimanjaro, baby, this a mountain of coke Ooh, mami, this a new 'Rari Hit 150 on the dash, I bent the corner Then she bent it for me sideways, uh I might have to f*ck her on the highway, yuh Uh, whoa Ooh, mami, I got blue molly I put Louis V, Supreme on top of Murakami Bitch, I'm fuckin' styling, yeah I might say I love her, but I'm lying, yeah Yeah, whoa Oh, no, no, no Yeah, yeah Mamacita, I can see the devil in your eyes Muy bonita, tu quieres estar by my side She might make me stay in for the night For the night, oh Call Maria, let's get drunk I haven't been out for months Got a two-liter in the back and another bottle in the trunk Columbian gold in the front seat The foreign girls showing me love Telling your friends that you hate me But I know that you can't get enough Ooh, mami, this a new 'Rari Hit 150 on the dash, I bent the corner Now, now bend it for me sideways, uh I might have to f*ck her on the highway, yuh Yuh, whoa Oh, oh my I don't wanna take this call I'm too high, red eyes She might even take the fall if I ask her Baby, pop it backwards Acting extra but she never been an actress, yeah Ah, shit Oh yeah-yeah-yeah, whoa Oh yeah-yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Oh yeah-yeah-ah-ah-ah, shit Oh, shit I said, ooh mami, this a new Rari' Bitch, I'm fuckin' styling I don't need no stylist All of my dawgs, they be wildin' Shit F*ck a double date Double-down on everything I say You can bring your friend, but she don't get to stay Guarantee she end up leaving anyway Never play, dawg, watch out Dark flames when my doors swing out Switch lanes on a one-way route Switchblade make your blood pour out Make it rain in a drought Hop in, hop out Motherfucker, get down when I say "down" Brown duffle bag, I fill it up with 30 clip rounds Drop shit, pop wheelies, f*ck a breakdown I don't give a Bitch, I'ma slide either way Please do not try me today I see the static from a mile away She wanna f*ck me, okay? She wanna know how it taste, yeah, yeah F*ck all that talking, I'm restless, yeah I pray that I don't get arrested Pray that she wake up for breakfast Pray that she wake up for breakfast
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Written by: Mitchel Cave, Clinton Cave, Christian Anthony
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