Mamacita
Travi$ Scott & Young Thug Lyrics


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Mamacita, cita, cita (oh, oh oh)
Mamacita, cita, cita (oh, oh oh)

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, myself, 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
Got them pornstar big booties
Let me film it, then shoot it
3-D money, no illusion
Pendant if I'm feelin' bougie
Might hit your line bitch

Had to 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 (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her)
Hey and I ain't kin to Wayne but there my mamacita, hey (Mamacita mamacita wha' what)

Mamacita, 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
That's my

Mothafuckin' girl, I love her
I'ma give her the world
Aye fuck her, I wanna fuck a mother
I just might give her my little girl
No, no I won't let go
Broke down oh
She love to dance with a fro
Natural, knat, that don't go down
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'll never makeme choke
Slow down
I'm speedin' and I got a trunk full of wham
Now, 25 thousand on an old school pound
Assess me, the bitches wanna molest me
Damn don't sex me, she a lesbi'
She want chicken like sesame
And she tryin' to address me, test me
Give her hotel keys like Cassidy, ya dig

Had to 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 (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her)
Hey and I ain't kin to Wayne but there my mamacita, hey (Mamacita mamacita wha' what)

Mamacita, 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

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 for my neighbors
I fuck a nigga bitch then turn her like a table
I'm still praying to senior so you know I'm gettin' greater (I swear to God)
Still wearin' long soccer shorts like Fabio
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, ooh
Remember me, you
Finna be
Deceased if you keep callin' me
Therefore I had to cut my phone off bi'
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 (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her)
Hey and I ain't kin to Wayne but there my mamacita, hey (Mamacita mamacita wha' what)

Mamacita, mama, mama my 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 that's my mama, mamacita, that's my that's my mama, mamacita

Overall Meaning

The song "Mamacita" by Travi$ Scott is a tribute to women who are sensual, exotic, and irresistible, especially those of Hispanic origin. Travi$ starts by saying that he is at the end of his life cycle and needs a woman to fulfill his desires. He claims that he has been brought back to life by the right woman, hence the line "once I'm gone, can't tame myself, myself, myself." He then goes on to describe his ideal woman as one with a light skin tone, big booties, a pornstar, and will let him film and shoot her.


Travi$ uses different methods to describe the woman's attractiveness, like saying that she gets freaky when the light is down or that he will give her the world because she deserves it. He also claims that he will do anything to be with her, like cutting his phone off and leaving the United States to be with her. He has also compared himself to Rich Homie Quan and Fabio, two musicians who have influenced his fashion sense.


Furthermore, he ends the song by saying that the woman he loves is his "mamacita" and that he is ready to give her everything she wants. The song highlights how important a sensual and exotic woman is to Travi$ Scott, and he wouldn't hesitate to do anything to be with her.


Line by Line Meaning

Mamacita, cita, cita (oh, oh oh)
Referring to a desirable woman who is given her due respect and admiration


This the last days to the rodeo, last night
This is a moment of celebration, being alive to enjoy the experience


Had me down in the back, comatose, don't think
I was so overwhelmed with the experience that I lost control of my consciousness


Sun shades and a pill gon' help
Taking the edge off the overwhelming experience with drugs and shades


Once I'm gone, can't tame myself, myself, myself
I need to indulge completely in the moment or it will pass me by


You know I really need yah, Need yah, need yah, right now
I need that amazing feeling immediately


She get freaky when the, light's down
She gets wild and uninhibited when the lights go out


The shit's crack, no way niggas could pipe down
The experience is too good to hide or keep private


With the head first, got her straight out of the night gown
Getting freaky in bed without shame and inhibitions


Nothin' like the light-skinned mamacitas in H-Town
Referring to the love of his perfect women in the city of Houston


Got them pornstar big booties
Referring to the perfectly curvaceous bodies of his women


Let me film it, then shoot it
Recording memories of these experiences to watch later and reminisce


3-D money, no illusion
Lots of real money, not some temporary or fleeting illusion


Pendant if I'm feelin' bougie
Wearing expensive jewelry to display opulence and extravagance


Might hit your line bitch
Calling a woman he hooked up with before


Had to cut my phone off, bitch
Ignoring anyone who isn't partaking in the present moment


Got it vibratin' on me like a beeper
His phone is silent but still feels the vibrations of incoming messages


Boy I'm in Colorado, Smokin' California reefer
High on California marijuna


Hey, the bitch so bad, Call her ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her
She’s so fine that I’d pay to meet her


Hey and I ain't kin to Wayne but there my mamacita, hey (Mamacita mamacita wha' what)
She’s important to me like family is


That's my mama, mamacita, that's my mama, mamacita
She's loyal and caring to me like a mother


Mothafuckin' girl, I love her, I'ma give her the world
He cares deeply about her


Aye fuck her, I wanna fuck a mother, I just might give her my little girl
He's attracted to her to the point where he doesn't care about taking things too far


No, no I won't let go
He's committed to their relationship


Broke down oh, She love to dance with a fro, Natural, knat, that don't go down
He likes her natural hairstyle and her own sense of joy in dancing to music


Quan, turn on the stove, Whip it 'til I have a stroke
Making music so good, it's like working so hard in cooking and culinary arts; he puts all of his effort and body into his music


I do not fuck with America, I get it straight off the boat
He buys such high-quality stuff that it only comes from outside the US


Oh damn, The kush it'll never makeme choke
He can handle smoking the strongest marijuana


Slow down, I'm speedin' and I got a trunk full of wham
He's driving dangerously fast with illegal drugs in the car


Now, 25 thousand on an old school pound, Assess me, the bitches wanna molest me
Even though he's a bit narcissistic, he's worth so much money that women flock to him anyway


Damn don't sex me, she a lesbi' She want chicken like sesame, And she tryin' to address me, test me
A lesbian woman is pursuing him sexually and aggressively confronts him over chicken dishes in a restaurant


Give her hotel keys like Cassidy, ya dig
He hooks up with someone, just like the famous rapper did


Bad little college ho, That I got on the east skirts of Decatur, Best believe that she cover Rich Homie Quan like a blazer
He has a hot girlfriend that attends a nearby college and dresses well


I smoke a lot of weed, keep my music turned up for my neighbors, I fuck a nigga bitch then turn her like a table
He smokes a lot and is frequently sexually active with other men's girlfriends, flipping them like tables


I'm still praying to senior so you know I'm gettin' greater (I swear to God)
He focuses on improving and bringing great music and creativity to the world as part of his spiritual practice


Still wearin' long soccer shorts like Fabio, He was hatin' at first, now he tryna make the payroll
People are following his fashion and style choices now because they were originally unique and disliked


Got a stupid bitch who do whatever I say so
He has a girlfriend who doesn't think for herself


Money on my head like a Jesus piece
He has a massive amount of wealth and status


Blunt, now I'm higher than Khalifa be, Bad bitch lookin' like a Philippine
He's smoking so much weed that he's gone beyond the high of Wiz Khalifa, and he has a very attractive girlfriend


Ohh, you're killin' me, ooh Remember me, you, Finna be Deceased if you keep callin' me
He's being bothered so much that he might as well be dead


Therefore I had to cut my phone off bi', Mamacita, mama, mama my mamacita (Mamacita, cita, cita), That's my that's my mama, mamacita, that's my that's my mama, mamacita
He's disconnected from the world to enjoy the exciting a life with his hot girlfriend




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Carl Mitchell Hampton, Dacoury Dahi Natche, Dequantes Devontay Lamar, Homer Banks, Jacques Webster, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Leland Tyler Wayne, Raymond E. Jackson

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@ignacioarellano6032

Metro Boomin was 20 when he produced this track...
everything is possible in this life

@yalord5378

3 more month i'm gonna be 20, and i still dont know what i'm gonna do in this life. I just doing the college daily

@myman8336

@@yalord5378
Same same

@getitworkalot8096

ya lord find your purpose. Keep seeking

@brendam4607

ya lord feel

@fvgbyfvg5297

ya lord read mastery by Robert Greene you will find it I guarantee

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@ZicoTops

This song is a masterpiece

@2cryangames91

U are a masterpiece

@asaprocky7470

Anonymous VADER why are you here then

@bennymuellsbeats3307

Why can't you like both lol. Ghostface Killa is one of my fav rappers of all time. Travis Scott isn't on the same level as any of them lyrically but I think if you like hip hop you'd be able to appreciate this level of production.

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