Mamacita
Travi$ Scott Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug Lyrics
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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
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'mma 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
The song "Mamacita" by Travi$ Scott, Rich Homie Quan, and Young Thug is a hedonistic celebration of a wild night out. The opening lines, "This the last days to the rodeo, last night, had me down in the back, comatose, don't think," paint a picture of debauchery and excess, with the singer barely able to stay awake. The titular "mamacita" is a woman who the singer wants to be with, "freaky" and "light-skinned" with a "big booty." The men in the song are looking for a good time, with mentions of getting high, filming porn, and having multiple women at their disposal. The repeated refrain of "that's my mama, mamacita" becomes a self-referential joke, as the men call out to the women they're interested in with the same pet name they might use for their own mothers.
The lyrics are deliberately provocative and over-the-top, with references to drugs, violence, and sex. The chorus is catchy and memorable, with the repetition of "mamacita, cita, cita" creating a hypnotic effect. The verses are filled with puns and wordplay, with lines like "Assess me, the bitches wanna molest me" and "Money on my head like a Jesus piece" showing off the rappers' skill with language. The song is not meant to be taken seriously, but as a fun, party anthem that celebrates youthful abandon.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, TIG7 PUBLISHING
Written by: DACOURY NATCHE, HOMER BANKS, CARL HAMPTON, RAYMOND JACKSON, JACQUES WEBSTER, LELAND WAYNE, JEFFERY WILLIAMS, DEQUANTES LAMAR
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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
@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.