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Got your IM baby, girl don’t front on me

Tell me what you drinkin 'nother round on me

That shit don’t mean nothin' to me

I’m a real nigga, come and fuck with me

I got the keys to the room, tell me what you wanna do

Mami just hop in the coupe, yo te voy a conmigo tu

Is you from the islands?

'Cuz I know you naughty.

I want your body,

but don’t tell nobody

You and me that’s something different

I can show you what you missin'

All that ass you know you gifted

I’m not in to basic bitches

Hola mami, hola mami

Hola mami Por que tan buena mami

Hola mami, hola mami

Hola mami kinda rusty with my Spanish

You need a thug and Ima give it to you mannish

I need a bitch that with it, please excuse my manners

Lookin like a lot to handle we can do it for the cams

From the club all the way to the casa

Drop the hoes, you the one I’mma roster

There the trees we can poke like some rastas

Do you real proper have you singing like Opera’s

Fuck the weekends, we can do the weekdays

Bikini shots, couple crackers, and Ceviche

Yeah I know a little bit of somethin

Give it to you how you want and all these other niggas frontin Me and Jonn only

lookin for the foreigns

Heard if it ain’t that then it’s boring

Traded in my Keisha for a Rita Ora

Now I never leave the house

Im out of order where me the lawyer

You and me that’s something different

I can show you what you missin'

All that ass you know you gifted

I’m not in to basic bitches

Hola mami, hola mami

Hola mami Por que tan buena mami

Hola mami, hola mami

Tell me where you from, tell me where you from girl

You so exotic, you sure got it, how you do that there I wanna know about it.

Did you get that ass from your mama?

Cause if you did girl then ima call her

You and me that’s something different

I can show you what you missin'

All that ass you know you gifted

I’m not in to basic bitches

Hola mami, hola mami

Hola mami Por que tan buena mami

Hola mami, hola mami