Chase Atlantic - OHMAMI lyrics

[Intro: Mitchel Cave] b*tch, I'm fu*kin' styling Yuh (Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh) Yeah (Woah) [Verse 1: Mitchel Cave] 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 sh*t up with her nose And I got a kilo, no Kilimanjaro Baby, just a mountain of coke [Chorus: Mitchel Cave] 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 fu*k her on the highway, yuh Ooh, woah Ooh, mami, I got blue Molly I throw Louis V, Supreme on top of Murakami b*tch, I'm fu*kin' styling, yeah I might say I love her, but I'm lying, yeah-ah Yeah, woah [Post-Chorus: Mitchel Cave] Oh, no, no, no, oh Yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Christian Anthony] 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-oh-oh Call Maria, let's get drunk I haven't been out for a month Got a two-liter in the back And another bottle in the trunk Colombian gold in the front seat The foreign girls showing me love Telling your friends that you hate me But I know you can't get enough [Chorus: Mitchel Cave] 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 fu*k her on the highway, yuh Yeah, woah [Verse 3: Mitchel Cave] 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, sh*t Oh, yeah, yeah-ah-ah-ah, woah Oh, yeah, yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, eh Oh, yeah, yeah-ah-ah-ah Oh, sh*t [Bridge: Mitchel Cave] I said, I said "Ooh mami, this a new 'Rari" b*tch, I'm fu*kin' styling, I don't need no stylist All of my dogs, they be whyling [Breakdown: Mitchel Cave] sh*t fu*k 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 Motherfu*ker, get down when I say "down" Brown duffle bag, I fill it up with 30 clip rounds Drop sh*t, pop wheelies; fu*k a breakdown I don't give a— b*tch, I'ma slide either way Please do not try me today I see the static from a mile away She wanna fu*k me, "Okay" She wanna know how it tastes [Outro: Mitchel Cave] Yeah, yeah fu*k 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