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Chase Atlantic - Ohmami Ft Maggie Lindemann Lyrics

Bitch, I'm fuckin' styling
Yuh (Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh)
Yeah (Woah)
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 fuck her on the highway, yuh
Ooh, woah
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
Yeah, woah

Oh, no, no, no, oh
Yeah, yeah

Mamacita, I can see the devil in your eyes
Muy bonita, tu 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
Columbian 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

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, yuh
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, eh
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 whyling

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

Yeah, yeah
Fuck 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