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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 Letras de cancionesMamacita, 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 From Letras Mania