متن آهنگ OHMAMI - With Maggie Lindemann از Chase Atlantic

متن آهنگ OHMAMI - With Maggie Lindemann از Chase Atlantic

Bitch, I'm fuckin' styling Yuh (ooh-ooh-ooh, oh) Yeah (woah) ♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Yeah, yeah 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 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, uh I might have to fuck her on the highway, yeah (uh, woah) Oh 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 (yeah, woah) Oh-oh, oh-oh, no, no, no, oh Yeah Bend it over slow 'cause daddy I know how you like it Backseat of the 'Rari pullin' over just to ride it Make you get down on your knees Can't always have what you plеase This bitch, ain't comin' for free Sippin' on vodka, let's go hit the slopеs Drippin' in Prada, get caught up in the snow "Bonnie and Clyde" You know I carry a knife You should be scared for your life 'Cause 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, uh I might have to fuck her on the highway, yeah (yeah, woah) Oh, 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, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah-ah-ah-ah Oh, shit I said, I said, "Oh mami, this a new 'Rari" Bitch, I'm fuckin' 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 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, yuh I pray that I don't get arrested Pray that she wake up for breakfast Pray that she wake up for breakfast ♪