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travis scott - mamacita (feat. rich homie quan & young thug) lyrics

[intro: travis scott]
mamacita, cita, cita
mamacita, cita, cita

[verse 1: travis scott]
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 sh-t’s crack, no way n-gg-s 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 p-rnstar big booties
let me film it, then shoot it
3-d money, no illusion
depending if i’m feelin’ bougie
might hit your line, b-tch

[hook: rich homie quan + travis scott]
had to cut my phone off, b-tch got it vibratin’ on me like a beeper
boy, i’m in colorado, smokin’ california reefer
hey, the b-tch so bad, caught a 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 my, that my, mamacita, that my, that my mamacita, that my

[verse 2: young thug]
mothaf-ckin girl
i love her, i’mma give her the world
aye, f-ck her, i wanna f-ck her mother
just might give her my little girl
no, no, i won’t let go, bro, bad ho
she look the best with a fro, natural nat-nat on go
d-mn, quan, turn on the stove, whip it ’til i have a stroke
i do not f-ck with america, i get it straight off the boat
oh, d-mn, the kush it never make me choke
slow down, i’m speedin’ and i got a trunk full of wham
d-mn, 25 thousand on an old school cam
ss me, these b-tches wan’ molest me
d-mn, they’ll s-x me, she a lesbi
she want chicken like sesame
and she tryin’ to undress me, test me
give her hotel keys like c-ssidy, you dig?

[verse 3: rich homie quan]
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, f-ck my neighbors
i f-ck a n-gg- b-tch and turn her like a table
ayy, i’m still practicin’ so you know i’m gettin’ greater
ayy, still wearin’ long socks and shorts like fabo
he was hatin’ at first, now he tryna make the payroll
got a stupid b-tch who do whatever i say so
money on your head like a jesus piece
blunt, now i’m higher than khalifa be
bad b-tch lookin’ like a filipina
ohh, you’re k!llin’ me, ohh, remember me
you, finna be, deceased if you keep callin’ me
therefore i

[hook: rich homie quan + travis scott]
had to cut my phone off, b-tch got it vibratin’ on me like a beeper
boy i’m in colorado, smokin’ california reefer
hey, the b-tch so bad, caught a 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

- travis scott lyrics

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