Chase Atlantic – “OHMAMI” [Audio, Lyrics]

Date 2021-06-30

Category Foreign Music Download, Lyrics, Lyrics Video, New Music

Chase Atlantic unveils new piece, “OHMAMI” produced by Clinton Cave, Christian Anthony & Mitchel Cave. Listen, watch lyric video, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Chase Atlantic Ohmami

Chase Atlantic Ohmami

Chase Atlantic – OHMAMI (prod. Clinton Cave, Christian Anthony & Mitchel Cave)

Lyric Video

Lyrics

[Intro: Mitchel Cave]
Bitch, I’m fuckin’ styling
Yuh (Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh)
Yeah (Woah)

[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 shit 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 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

[Post-Chorus: Mitchel Cave]
Oh, no, no, no, oh
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Christian Anthony]
Mamacita, 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

[Chorus: Mitchel Cave]
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

[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, 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

[Bridge: Mitchel Cave]
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

[Breakdown: Mitchel Cave]
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

[Outro: Mitchel Cave]
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

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