OverviewLyricsListen 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
OHMAMI (Remix) Lyrics Bitch, I'm fuckin' 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 inglés", 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 fuck 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 fuckin' styling, yuh I might say I love her, but I'm lying, yeah Yeah, woah Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh, no, no, no, oh Yuh Bend it over slow 'cause daddy I know how you like it Backseat of the 'Rari pullin' over just to ride it Make you get down on your knees Can't always havе what you please This bitch ain't comin' for free Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah Sippin' on vodka, let's go hit thе 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 'Cause 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 fuck 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 fuckin' 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 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 Motherfucker, get down when I say, "Down" Brown duffle bag, I fill it up with 30 clip rounds Drop shit, pop wheelies; fuck 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 fuck me, "Okay" She wanna know how it tastes Yuh, yuh Fuck all that talking, I'm restless, yuh I pray that I don't get arrested Pray that she wake up for breakfast Pray that she wake up for breakfastEmbed Fetched using @find_lyrics_bot Join @sjprojects for updates
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OverviewLyricsListen
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
tysmmm!!
OHMAMI (Remix) Lyrics
Bitch, I'm fuckin' 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 inglés", 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 fuck 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 fuckin' styling, yuh
I might say I love her, but I'm lying, yeah
Yeah, woah
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, no, no, no, oh
Yuh
Bend it over slow 'cause daddy I know how you like it
Backseat of the 'Rari pullin' over just to ride it
Make you get down on your knees
Can't always havе what you please
This bitch ain't comin' for free
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Sippin' on vodka, let's go hit thе 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
'Cause 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 fuck 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 fuckin' 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 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
Motherfucker, get down when I say, "Down"
Brown duffle bag, I fill it up with 30 clip rounds
Drop shit, pop wheelies; fuck 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 fuck me, "Okay"
She wanna know how it tastes
Yuh, yuh
Fuck all that talking, I'm restless, yuh
I pray that I don't get arrested
Pray that she wake up for breakfast
Pray that she wake up for breakfastEmbed
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