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Chase Atlantic – OH MAMI Lyrics

OH MAMI Lyrics – Chase Atlantic

Bitch, I’m fuckin’ styling
Bitch, I’m fuckin’ styling (Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh)
Yeah (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, man
Kilimanjaro, baby, this 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, yuh
Ooh, woah
Ooh, mami, I got blue molly
I put 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

Mamacita, I can see the devil in your eyes
Muy bonita, tu queres esta by my side
She might make me stay for the night
For the night, oh
Come here lets get drunk
I haven’t been out for months
Got a two-liter in the bag and another bottle in the trunk
[?] in the front seat
Before you go 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, now bend it for me sideways, uh
I might have to fuck her on the highway, yuh
Yuh, woah

Oh, oh my
I don’t wanna take this call
I’m too high, red eyes
She better take the fall if I ask her
Baby, pop it backwards
Acting like 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 fucking styling, I don’t need no stylus
Oh [?]

Shit
Fuck a double date
Double-down on everything I say
You can bring your family, she don’t get to stay
Guarantee she end up leaving anyway
Never play down, watch out
Dark flames on the doors, swing out
Switch lanes on a one-way route
Switchblade make your blood pour out
Make it rain and I drive [?]
Motherfucker, get down when I say “down”
Brown duffle bag, I fill it up with 30k rounds
That shit pop when these other break down
I don’t give a–
Bitch, I’mma style your 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 taste, yeah

Fuck her, I’m talking on restless
I pray that I’ve been getting rest
I pray that she wake up for breakfast
I pray that she wake up for breakfast