CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Ohmami
[Mitchel Cave]
Bitch, I'm f*ckin' styling
Yuh (Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh)
Yeah (Woah)
[Mitchel Cave]
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 f*ck 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 f*ckin' styling, yeah
I might say I love her, but I'm lying, yeah-ah
Yeah, woah
Oh, no, no, no
[Christian Anthony]
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 f*ck her on the highway, yuh
Yuh, woah
[Mitchel Cave]
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 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
[Mitchel Cave]
I said, I said ooh mami, this a new rari'
Bitch I'm f*cking styling, I don't need no stylist
All of my dogs they be whyling
[Mitchel Cave]
Shit
f*ck 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
Motherf*cker, get down when I say "down"
Brown duffle bag, I fill it up with 30 clip rounds
Drop shit, pop wheelies; f*ck 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 f*ck me, "ok"
She wanna know how it tastes, yeah
[Mitchel Cave]
f*ck 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
Bitch, I'm f*ckin' styling
Yuh (Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh)
Yeah (Woah)
[Mitchel Cave]
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 f*ck 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 f*ckin' styling, yeah
I might say I love her, but I'm lying, yeah-ah
Yeah, woah
Oh, no, no, no
[Christian Anthony]
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 f*ck her on the highway, yuh
Yuh, woah
[Mitchel Cave]
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 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
[Mitchel Cave]
I said, I said ooh mami, this a new rari'
Bitch I'm f*cking styling, I don't need no stylist
All of my dogs they be whyling
[Mitchel Cave]
Shit
f*ck 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
Motherf*cker, get down when I say "down"
Brown duffle bag, I fill it up with 30 clip rounds
Drop shit, pop wheelies; f*ck 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 f*ck me, "ok"
She wanna know how it tastes, yeah
[Mitchel Cave]
f*ck 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
