MAMACITA

One shot, two shot, three shot, four. When I'm kicking it with you, I always drink A little more, yeah. About to go and catch A wave, grab a surfboard. And your shades when it's hot 'cause I burn More. Yeah, if you ready or not. About to jump into the heat if you give Me a shot. Feeling like the ice right off you. From the city of angels out to Boston. Yeah, put the aw back in awesome. And nah, I ain't a dentist, but I'm flossing. And nah, I ain't a chef, but I'm saucing. Trying to get the cake with some frosting. Fresh out the oven with the heatwave. Don't touch while it's hot, better behave. Same line on the script when the scene change. I hit the gas as soon as I hit The freeway. I hit the gas as soon as I hit the freeway. Try to hit it and get with it in Like three ways. We about to go all night, Do you feel me? Try to hit it and Get with it in like three ways. I hit the gas as soon as I hit The freeway. Try to hit it and get with It in like three ways. We about to go All night, do you feel me? Let me whisper in your do you hear me? Turn the heat up. You my little mamacita. Buckle up and move your seat up. Slide over, let me see ya. Yeah, go on, turn the heat up. 'Cause you my little mamacita. I can't lie, girl, I need ya. And when we done, I'm tryna re-up with my Little mamacita. Turn it up, turn it up. Turn it up, turn Ay, turn it up, Turn it up. Only got one night, tryna turn It up. Turn it up, turn it up. Turn it up, turn it up. Ay, turn it up, turn it up. Only got one night, better turn it up. Bring it back, know I like that. Little bite on the ear, so fight back. Hit the switch 'cause I live where the light At. No shade, girl, I shine, baby, shine back. Trying to find a girl that reciprocates. Double squeeze on the cheeks, then I kiss your Face. What I need when you leave, I always Miss you, babe. You the apple of my pie, Baby, give me a taste. Little whipped cream, little mist tease. Finger paint on your thighs, making sixteen. Miss Sugar on my lips, yeah, that shit's sweet. Got me feeling like I'm sipping on the whiskey. Oh yeah, got me love drunk, uh. A little high, baby, one love, yeah. You're the best, girl, I want us, uh. I ain't really about no dumb luck, yeah. Turn the heat up. You my little mamacita. Buckle up and move your seat up. Slide over, let me see ya. Yeah, go on, turn the heat up. 'Cause you my little mamacita. I can't lie, girl, I need ya. And when we done, I'm tryna re-up with my Little mamacita.