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OHMAMI (With Maggie Lindemann)
Chase Atlantic & Maggie Lindemann
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Bitch, I'm ****ing styling Yuh (Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh) Yeah (Woah) Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh 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 one-fifty on the dash, I bent the corner Then she bent it for me sideways, uh I might have to **** her on the highway, yeah Uh, woah Ooh, mami, I got blue Molly I throw Louis V, Supreme on top of Murakami Bitch, I'm ****ing styling, yeah I might say I love her, but I'm lying, yeah-ah Yeah, woah Oh, no, no, no, oh Yeah, yeah Bend it over slow and steady, I know how you like it Backseat of the 'Rari pullin' ovеr just to ride it We can get down on your knees Can't always havе what you please This the shit, ain't comin' for free Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah Sippin' on vodka, let's go hit the slopes Drippin' in Prada, get caught up in the snow Bonnie and Clyde, you know I carry a knife You should be scared for your life You know I don't play nice Ooh, mami, this a new 'Rari Hit one-fifty on the dash, I bent the corner Now, now bend it for me sideways, uh I might have to **** her on the highway, yeah Yeah, woah Ooh, 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, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah-ah-ah-ah Oh, shit I said, I said, "Ooh mami, this a new 'Rari" Bitch, I'm ****ing styling, I don't need no stylist All of my dogs, they be wildin' Shit **** a double date Double-down on everything I say You can bring your 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 Mother****er, get down when I say, "Down" Brown duffle bag, I fill it up with 30 clip rounds Drop shit, pop wheelies; **** a breakdown I don't give a sh— Bitch, I'ma slide either way Please do not try me today I see the static from a mile away She wanna **** me, "Okay" She wanna know how it tastes Yeah, yeah **** 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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