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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
Rich Homie Quan
Rich Homie Quan
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Dequantes Lamar
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter
DJ Dahi
DJ Dahi
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
Carl Hampton
Carl Hampton
Songwriter
Homer Banks
Homer Banks
Songwriter
Raymond Jackson
Raymond Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Producer
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
DJ Dahi
DJ Dahi
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mastering Engineer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

What? Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita Whoa (yeah), whoa, whoa (yeah) Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita Whoa (yeah), whoa, whoa This the last days to the rodeo, last night had me down in the back, comatose Don't think sunshades and a pill gon' help, once I'm gone, can't tame myself (myself, myself) Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita You know I really need ya, need ya, need ya, 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 nightgown Nothin' like the light-skinned mamacitas in H-Town They got them pornstar big booties, let me film it, then shoot it 3D money, no illusion, pinnin' if I'm feelin' bougie Might hit your line, bitch (ah) Had to cut my phone off, bih got it vibratin' on me like a beeper (brr, ha) Boy, I'm in Colorado, smokin' California reefer (ha) Hey, the bitch so bad Caught a ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (ha, really wanna meet her, wanna meet her) Hey, and I ain't kin to Wayne, but that my mamacita, hey (mamacita, mamacita, what? What?) Mamacita, mama, mama, my mamacita (mamacita, 'cita, 'cita, whoo) That my, my mama, mamacita (whoo), that my mama, mamacita (whoo) That my mama, mamacita (racks), that my mama, mamacita (mamacita, 'cita, 'cita, what?) That my, that my mamacita, that my, that my mamacita That my- Motherfuckin' girl, I love her, I'ma give her the world, ay (whoo) Fuck her, I wanna fuck her mother (whoo), I just might give her my little girl, no (whoo) No, I won't let go, broke down, oh She look the best with a 'fro (whoo), natural nat-nat on go (whoo) Damn, Quan, turn on the stove (whoo), whip it 'til I have a stroke (whoo) I do not fuck with America (whoo), I get it straight off the boat (brr) Oh, damn (whoo), the kush, it never make me choke Slow down, I'm speedin' and I got a trunk full of wham (whoo) Damn, 25 thousand on an old school Cam SS, me These bitches wan' molest me, damn, don't sex me, she a lesbi' She want chicken like sesame and she tryin' to undress me, test me Give her hotel keys like Cassidy, you dig? (Hey) Had to cut my phone off, bih got it vibratin' on me like a beeper (brr, ha) Boy, I'm in Colorado, smokin' California reefer (ha) Hey, the bitch so bad Caught a ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (ha, really wanna meet her, wanna meet her) Hey, and I ain't kin to Wayne, but that my mamacita, hey (mamacita, mamacita, what? What?) Mamacita, mama, mama, my mamacita (mamacita, 'cita, 'cita, whoo) That my, my mama, mamacita (whoo), that my mama, mamacita (whoo) That my mama, mamacita (racks), that my mama, mamacita (mamacita, 'cita, 'cita, what?) That my, that my mamacita, that my, that my mamacita That my- Bad little college ho that I got on the east skirts of Decatur (what you talkin' 'bout, Rich Homie?) Best believe that she cover Rich Homie Quan like a blazer (ooh, ooh, ooh) I smoke a lot of weed, keep my music turned up Fuck my neighbors (I know they can't fuckin' stand me, nigga) Wait, I fuck a nigga bitch then turn her like a table (ah) Ay, I'm still practicin', so you know I'm gettin' greater (I swear to God) Ay, still wearin' long socks and shorts like Fabo (D4, D4, D4) Ay, he was hatin' at first, now he tryna make the payroll (tryna get some money) Ay, got a stupid bitch who'll do whatever I say so (hey) Ay (ay), money on your head like a Jesus piece (what?) Right now, I'm higher than Khalifa be (gone) Bad bitch lookin' like a Filipina, ooh (bad) You're killin' me (ha), ooh (what?) Remember me? You (you), finna be (what?) Deceased if you keep callin' me (hey) Therefore, I had to cut my phone off, bih got it vibratin' on me like a beeper (brr, ha) Boy, I'm in Colorado, smokin' California reefer (ha) Hey, the bitch so bad Caught a ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (ha, really wanna meet her, wanna meet her) Hey, and I ain't kin to Wayne, but that my mamacita, hey (mamacita, mamacita, what? What?) Mamacita, mama, mama, my mamacita (mamacita, 'cita, 'cita, whoo) That my, my mama, mamacita (whoo), that my mama, mamacita (whoo) That my mama, mamacita (racks), that my mama, mamacita (mamacita, 'cita, 'cita) That my, that my mamacita, that my, that my mamacita
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Homer Banks, Dacoury Dahi Natche, Dequantes Devontay Lamar, Raymond E. Jackson, Leland Tyler Wayne, Carl Mitchell Hampton, Jeffery Lamar Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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