Oh mami lyrics

Bitch, I'm fuckin' styling

Yuh (Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh)

Yeah (Woah)

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, yuh

Ooh, woah

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

Yeah, woah

Oh, no, no, no

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, 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

Ugh, now bend it for me sideways, uh

I might have to fuck her on the highway, yuh

Yuh, woah

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-ah-ah-ah woah

Oh yeah yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, eh

Oh yeah yeah-ah-ah-ah

Oh, shit

I said, I said ooh mami, this a new rari'

Bitch I'm fucking styling, I don't need no stylist

All of my dogs they be whyling

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--

Bitch, I'ma slide either way

Please do not try me today

I see the static from a mile away

She wanna fuck me, "ok"

She wanna know how it tastes, yeah

Fuck all that talking I'm restless

I pray that I don't get arrested

I pray that she wake up for breakfast

Pray that she wake up for breakfast

• Artist:Chase Atlantic