OHMAMI
Bitch, I'm fuckin' styling
Yeah (ooh-ooh-ooh, oh)
Yeah (whoa)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah, yeah
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, no Kilimanjaro, baby, just 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 fuck her on the highway, yeah (oh, whoa)
Ooh, Mami, I got blue molly
I throw Louis V, Supreme on top of Murakami
Bitch, I'm fuckin' styling, yeah
I might say I love her, but I'm lying, yeah-ah-ah
Yeah, whoa
Oh, no, no, no, oh
Yeah, yeah
Mamacita, I can see the devil in your eyes
Muy bonita, tú quieres estar by my side
She might make me stay in for the night
For the night, oh-oh-oh
Call Maria, lets get drunk
I haven't been out for a month
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 bend it for me sideways, uh
I might have to fuck her on the highway (yeah, whoa)
Oh, ooh 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-ah-ah-ah, whoa
Oh yeah yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, eh
Oh yeah yeah-ah-ah-ah
Oh, shit
I said, uh, I said oh Mami, this a new 'Rari
Bitch I'm fucking styling, I don't need no stylist
All of my dogs they be wildin'
Shit
Fuck a double date
Double-down on everything I say
You can bring a friend, but she don't get to stay
Guarantee she'll end up leaving anyway
Never play, dog 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, fuck a break down
I don't give a f-
Bitch, I'ma slide either way
Please do not try me today
I see the static from a mile away
She wanna fuck me, okay
She wanna know how it tastes, yeah, yeah
Fuck all that talking, I'm restless
I pray that I don't get arrested
I pray that she wake up for breakfast
I pray that she wake up for breakfast
Yeah (ooh-ooh-ooh, oh)
Yeah (whoa)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah, yeah
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, no Kilimanjaro, baby, just 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 fuck her on the highway, yeah (oh, whoa)
Ooh, Mami, I got blue molly
I throw Louis V, Supreme on top of Murakami
Bitch, I'm fuckin' styling, yeah
I might say I love her, but I'm lying, yeah-ah-ah
Yeah, whoa
Oh, no, no, no, oh
Yeah, yeah
Mamacita, I can see the devil in your eyes
Muy bonita, tú quieres estar by my side
She might make me stay in for the night
For the night, oh-oh-oh
Call Maria, lets get drunk
I haven't been out for a month
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 bend it for me sideways, uh
I might have to fuck her on the highway (yeah, whoa)
Oh, ooh 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-ah-ah-ah, whoa
Oh yeah yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, eh
Oh yeah yeah-ah-ah-ah
Oh, shit
I said, uh, I said oh Mami, this a new 'Rari
Bitch I'm fucking styling, I don't need no stylist
All of my dogs they be wildin'
Shit
Fuck a double date
Double-down on everything I say
You can bring a friend, but she don't get to stay
Guarantee she'll end up leaving anyway
Never play, dog 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, fuck a break down
I don't give a f-
Bitch, I'ma slide either way
Please do not try me today
I see the static from a mile away
She wanna fuck me, okay
She wanna know how it tastes, yeah, yeah
Fuck all that talking, I'm restless
I pray that I don't get arrested
I pray that she wake up for breakfast
I pray that she wake up for breakfast
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Anthony, Clinton Cave, Mitchel Cave
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