Mamacita
Uh-huh Uh-huh
You my daytime, I'd kill that love
Mamacita you the one
I ain't no singer, but I want
All that time, I got it
Cali-summers screaming at the sun
Mamacita you the one
I ain't no singer, but I won
I'm a mess baby, I'm hot man (Sike)
And for all my hits I'm a hostage (Like)
And without my SPIN I'm a problem
Imma make y'all last, eat the garbage
Imma jump again like a sick one
Kick y'all sticks and chicks off to kiss one
You a deadbeat, a missed offer hits one
Don't tag me to pop off a big one
Spicy kid, I'm a ramen cup
My style kills, got the hair for cut
Got a chinese kid on my kicks its the one
And I go hard when I sing like I'm Russ
Baby, I'm that kid, not lazy
AC blows, my friends can't hate me
Downtown girls can't wait to date me
Once I'm dead they say I'm crazy (Woah)
Uh-huh Uh-huh
You my daytime, I'd kill that love
Mamacita you the one
I ain't no singer, but I want
All that time, I got it
Cali-summers screaming at the sun
Mamacita you the one
I ain't no singer, but I won
Pop off like a hot tamale
You only count thyself if you're not an auntie
Love to slide my clout as a lot to copy
But you ride my whip like you out to party like woah
Tin man, tin man woah (mmm)
Set my slide right by that ride and go
Im set to send it like a text I never wrote
Like woah, like woah
Uh-huh Uh-huh
You my daytime, I'd kill that love
Mamacita you the one
I ain't no singer, but I want
All that time, I got it
Cali-summers screaming at the sun
Mamacita you the one
I ain't no singer, but I won
You my daytime, I'd kill that love
Mamacita you the one
I ain't no singer, but I want
All that time, I got it
Cali-summers screaming at the sun
Mamacita you the one
I ain't no singer, but I won
I'm a mess baby, I'm hot man (Sike)
And for all my hits I'm a hostage (Like)
And without my SPIN I'm a problem
Imma make y'all last, eat the garbage
Imma jump again like a sick one
Kick y'all sticks and chicks off to kiss one
You a deadbeat, a missed offer hits one
Don't tag me to pop off a big one
Spicy kid, I'm a ramen cup
My style kills, got the hair for cut
Got a chinese kid on my kicks its the one
And I go hard when I sing like I'm Russ
Baby, I'm that kid, not lazy
AC blows, my friends can't hate me
Downtown girls can't wait to date me
Once I'm dead they say I'm crazy (Woah)
Uh-huh Uh-huh
You my daytime, I'd kill that love
Mamacita you the one
I ain't no singer, but I want
All that time, I got it
Cali-summers screaming at the sun
Mamacita you the one
I ain't no singer, but I won
Pop off like a hot tamale
You only count thyself if you're not an auntie
Love to slide my clout as a lot to copy
But you ride my whip like you out to party like woah
Tin man, tin man woah (mmm)
Set my slide right by that ride and go
Im set to send it like a text I never wrote
Like woah, like woah
Uh-huh Uh-huh
You my daytime, I'd kill that love
Mamacita you the one
I ain't no singer, but I want
All that time, I got it
Cali-summers screaming at the sun
Mamacita you the one
I ain't no singer, but I won
Credits
Writer(s): Xander Pasley
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