Текст песни Mamacita (feat. Travis Scott) - Travis Scott , Rich Homie Quan , Young Thug
Mamacita,
cita,
cita
Mamacita,
cita,
cita
This
the
last
days
to
the
rodeo,
last
night
Had
me
down
in
the
back,
comatose,
don′t
think
Sun
shades
and
a
pill
gon'
help
Once
I′m
gone,
can't
tame
myself
Mamacita,
cita,
cita
You
know
I
really
need
yah,
need
yah,
need
yah,
right
now
She
get
freaky
when
the...
light's
down
The
shit′s
crack,
no
way
niggas
could
pipe
down
With
the
head
first,
got
her
straight
out
of
the
night
gown
Nothin′
like
the
light-skinned
mamacitas
in
H-Town
They
got
them
pornstar
big
booties
Let
me
film
it,
then
shoot
it
3-D
money,
no
illusion
Depending
if
I'm
feelin′
bougie
Might
hit
your
line
bitch
Cut
my
phone
off,
bitch
got
it
vibratin'
on
me
like
a
beeper
Boy
I′m
in
Colorado,
smokin'
California
reefer
Hey,
the
bitch
so
bad,
call
her
ticket
cause
I
really
wanna
meet
her
And
I
ain′t
kin
to
Wayne
but
that's
my
mamacita
Mamacita,
that's
my
mama,
mamacita
(Mamacita,
cita,
cita)
That′s
my
mama,
mamacita,
that′s
my
mama,
mamacita
That's
my
mama,
mamacita,
that′s
my
mama,
mamacita
(Mamacita,
cita,
cita)
That's
my
mama,
mamacita,
that′s
my
mama,
mamacita
Mothafuck
a
girl
I
love
her,
I'mma
give
her
the
world
Aye
fuck
her,
I
wanna
fuck
her
mother
Just
might
give
her
my
little
girl
No,
I
won′t
let
go,
row
that
boat
She
look
the
best
with
her
fro
Natural
nat-nat
on
go
Damn,
Quan,
turn
on
the
stove
Whip
it
'til
I
have
a
stroke
I
do
not
fuck
with
America
I
get
it
straight
off
the
boat
Oh
damn,
the
kush
it
never
make
me
choke
Slow
down,
I'm
speedin′
and
I
got
a
trunk
full
of
wham
Damn,
25
thousand
on
an
old
school
Cam
Incest
me,
the
bitches
wanna
molest
me
Damn
they′ll
sex
me,
she
a
lesbi
She
want
chicken
like
sesame
And
she
tryin'
to
adjust
me,
test
me
Give
her
hotel
keys
like
Cassidy,
ya
dig?
That′s
my
bad
little
college
ho
That
I
got
on
the
east
skirts
of
Decatur
Best
believe
that
she
cover
Rich
Homie
Quan
like
a
blazer
I
smoke
a
lot
of
weed,
keep
my
music
turned
up,
fuck
my
neighbors
I
fuck
a
nigga
bitch
and
turn
her
like
a
table
Aye,
I'm
still
practicin′
so
you
know
I'm
gettin′
greater
Aye,
still
wearin'
long
socks
and
shorts
like
Fabo
He
was
hatin'
at
first,
now
he
tryna
make
the
payroll
Got
a
stupid
bitch
who
do
whatever
I
say
so
Money
on
my
head
like
a
Jesus
piece
Blunt,
now
I′m
higher
than
Khalifa
be
Bad
bitch
lookin′
like
a
Philippine
Ohh,
you're
killin′
me,
ohh,
remember
me
You,
finna
be,
deceased
if
you
keep
callin'
Therefore
I
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