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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mitchel Cave
Mitchel Cave
Vocals
Clinton Cave
Clinton Cave
Guitar
Christian Anthony
Christian Anthony
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mitchel Cave
Mitchel Cave
Songwriter
Clinton Cave
Clinton Cave
Songwriter
Paris Carney
Paris Carney
Songwriter
Christian Anthony
Christian Anthony
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chase Atlantic
Chase Atlantic
Producer
Seth Drake
Seth Drake
Mastering Engineer
Clint Moody
Clint Moody
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Bitch, I'm fuckin' styling Yeah (ooh-ooh-ooh, oh) Yeah (whoa) Oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah, yeah 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 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, yeah (oh, whoa) 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-ah Yeah, whoa Oh, no, no, no, oh Yeah, yeah Mamacita, I can see the devil in your eyes Muy bonita, tú quieres estar by my side She might make me stay in for the night For the night, oh-oh-oh Call Maria, lets 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 that you can't get enough Ooh, Mami, this a new 'Rari Hit 150 on the dash, I bent the corner Now bend it for me sideways, uh I might have to fuck her on the highway (yeah, whoa) Oh, ooh 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, whoa Oh yeah yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, eh Oh yeah yeah-ah-ah-ah Oh, shit I said, uh, I said oh Mami, this a new 'Rari Bitch I'm fucking 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 a 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 break down I don't give a f- 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 I pray that I don't get arrested I pray that she wake up for breakfast I pray that she wake up for breakfast
Writer(s): Christian Anthony, Clinton Cave, Mitchel Cave Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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