Kunci: Bb minor•
Intro 1
Bitch, I'm fuckin' styling
Yuh styling
Bbm
Bbm
F
F
Gb
Gb
F
(ooh-ooh-ooh, oh)
Verse 1
Bbm
Cuban link, diamond cross
Ebm
No habla ingles, not at all, no
Cut up three lines like Adidas
She clean that shit up with her nose
Chorus 1
Kilimanjaro, baby, this this a mountain of coke
Bbm
Ooh, mami, this a new 'Rari
F
Hit 150 on the dash, I bent the corner
Ebm
Then she bent it for me sideways, uh
F
I might have to fuck her on the highway, yuh
Uh, whoa
Bbm
Ooh, mami, I got blue molly
F
I put Louis V, Supreme on top of Murakami
Ebm
Bitch, I'm fuckin' styling, yeah
F
I might say I love her, but I'm lying, yeah
Interlude 1
Yeah, whoa
Gb
Gb
F
F
Oh, no, no, no
Verse 2
Bbm
Yeah, yeah, mamacita,
F
I can see the devil in your eyes
Ebm
Muy bonita, tu quieres estar by my side
F
She might make me stay in for the night
For the night, oh
Bbm
Call Maria, let's get drunk
I haven't been out for months
F
Got a two-liter in the back
and another bottle in the trunk
Ebm
Columbian gold in the the front seat
The foreign girls showing me love
F
Telling your friends that you hate me
Chorus 2
But I know that you can't get enough
Ooh, mami, this a new 'Rari
F
Hit 150 on the dash, I bent the corner
Ebm
Then she bent it for me sideways, uh
F
I might have to fuck her on the highway, yuh
Verse 3
Uh, whoa
I don't wanna take this call
Ebm
She might even take the fall if I ask her
Baby, pop it backwards
F
Acting extra but she never been an actress,
Interlude 2
yeah
F
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah ah whoa
Ebm
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah ah, ah, ah
F
Oh yeah, yeah, ah, ah, shit
Interlude 3
Oh, shit
Gb
F
I said, ooh mami, this a new Rari'
Bitch, I'm fuckin' styling
Gb
I don't need no stylist
F
All of my dawgs, they be wildin'
Bridge 1
Shit
Double-down on everything I say
Gb
You can bring your friend,
but she don't get to stay
Guarantee she end up leaving anyway
F
Never play, dawg, watch out
Dark flames when my doors swing out
Gb
Switch lanes on a one-way route
Switchblade make your blood pour out
F
Make it rain in a drought Hop in, hop out
Motherfucker, get down when I say "down"
Brown duffle bag,
Gb
I fill it up with 30 clip rounds
Drop shit, pop wheelies, fuck a breakdown
I don't give a
F
Bitch, I'ma slide either way
Please do not try me today
Gb
I see the static from a mile away
She wanna fuck me, okay?
F
She wanna know how it taste, yeah, yeah
Outro 1
Bbm
Gb
Fuck all that talking, I'm restless, yeah
F
I pray that I don't get arrested
Pray that she wake up for breakfast
Gb
Pray that she wake up for breakfast
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