OHMAMI (feat. Maggie Lindemann)

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    Cuban link, diamond cross
    I got a Spanish Chiquita, no habla ingles
    Not at all
    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

    Oh, mami
    This a new 'Rari
    Hit one-fifty on the dash, I bent the corner
    Then she bent it for me sideways
    I might have to fuck her on the highway

    Oh, mami
    I got blue molly, I throw Louis V, Supreme on top of Murukami
    Bitch I'm fucking styling
    I might say I love her but I'm lying

    Bend it over slow cause daddy I know how you like it
    Backseat of the 'Rari pulling over just to ride it

    Make you get down on your knees
    Can’t always have what you please
    This bitch ain’t coming for free

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    Sippin' on Vodka
    Let’s go hit the slopes
    Dripping 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

    Oh, mami
    This a new 'Rari
    Hit one-fifty on the dash
    I bent the corner, ugh now bend it for me sideways
    I might have to fuck her on the highway

    I don’t want to 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’s never been an actress

    Oh, mami, this a new 'Rari
    Bitch I'm fucking styling
    I don’t need no stylist—
    All of my dogs they be whyling

    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 and 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 ok
    She wanna know how it tastes
    Yuh

    Fuck all that talking I'm restless
    I pray that I don’t get arrested
    Pray that she wake up for breakfast
    I pray that she wake up for breakfast

    Song details

    Composition: Christian Anthony, Mitchel Cave, and Clinton Cave

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