GO MAMI (Sped Up)

Go mami, go mami go Go mami. go mami go She throws it back for a Cadillac, uh Makin me hit it from back no, uh Go mami. go mami go Go mami. go mami go She throws it back for a Cadillac, uh Makin me hit it from back no, uh Makin me hit it from back no strap F*ck around pussy boy you going to get clapped Watching me everywhere man you better run Two shots to the dome now you are going up Heaven or hell bitch I don't really know Gimmie my streams hoe you know what it do Gang coming in now we are going to run it NYC aren't the best place ain't it Bitch I'm in race car you know that I'm driving Beating these rappers by miles I'm overlapping Ten-minute track? hell nah, I ain't wit it Addin' Ten more God damn you really crazy, uh? Hatin me but still on my dick, uh? Like a stocker You will be creeping, imposter Boy you actin sus I fuckin tell Lemme get on track I'm off as hell Hundred single plays, not one sale Wanna f*ck with me? not Marceline? Car battery, not smoking trees Come f*ck with me, and you will bleed Yeah, Yeah And you will bleed, Running to me Like I said run that shit back Go mami, go mami go Go mami. go mami go She throws it back for a Cadillac, uh Makin me hit it from back no, uh Go mami. go mami go Go mami. go mami go She throws it back for a Cadillac, uh Makin me hit it from back no, uh