Mamacita Chris Webby

[Verse One: Chris Webby]
She's the picture of perfection, let's start with that
Type to give an elderly man a heart attack
She's bad, so goddamn sexy
Thinkin' dirty thoughts every single time she texts me
Bedroom hot and heavy, naked and sweaty
Hour after hour, non-stop, stay ready
We both down for whatever, that's why I got you
And you got me, so we rollin' to the top, boo
She's like a top model, and I'm a ill rapper
Down to kick it, roll a blunt and just chill after
Pop a pill after, shit, we're both nuts
Telling us to slow up, and we're like, "So what?"
'Cause we don't give a fuck, and they know it
Throwin' middle fingers up, bitch, blow it
The sex gets rough, I got the scars to show it
But she's the only one I roll with, that's my baby

[Hook: Chris Webby]
She's the one that I keep to the side of me
Ready to roll, 'cause Mami gonna ride with me
From the moment the sun goes down until the morning
So sexy with every damn thing she do
That's why I can't hold back when I'm bangin' you
She my, she my, my mamacita, cita
She my, my mamacita, cita