Maggie Lindemann - OHMAMI lyrics

[Intro: Mitchel Cave] b*tch, I'm fu*kin' styling Yuh (Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh) Yeah (Woah) Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Mitchel Cave] 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 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, yeah Uh, 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: Maggie Lindemann] Bend it over slow and steady, I know how you like it Backseat of the 'Rari pullin' ovеr just to ride it We can get down on your knees Can't always havе what you please This the sh*t, ain't comin' for free Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah Sippin' on vodka, let's go hit the slopes 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 You know I don't play nice [Chorus: Mitchel Cave, with Maggie Lindemann] 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, yeah 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, yeah 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 wildin' [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 sh— 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