Oh Mami Lyrics

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

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

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

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

Then she bent it for me sideways, uh

I might have to fuck her on the highway, yeah

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

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

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

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