(Intro)
(Trey's signature ad-libs: Yeah... oh-oh-oh... Trigga...)
(Light whispering) Mami...
Yeah, I see you.
Baby girl, I know you see me too.
Spanish Mommy...
(Verse 1)
Strolling through the club, 1 AM, you lookin’ stunning
Black hair flowing down your back, yeah, it’s coming
And that brown skin glowing like the sun in the islands
Put your phone away, girl, I wanna see you smiling
Gucci on your frame, you got the styles, that’s just the basis
But it’s the way you walk, and that look upon your faces
I gotta ask...
(Chorus)
Mami, tell me, can you come over?
Estás muy rica, I wanna get to know ya
With that black hair, brown skin, you’re the perfect view
Yeah, I wanna show you what that Trigga do.
Bésame, baby, yeah, you make it easy
Sexy mommy, yeah, you make it breezy.
Oh, oh...
(Verse 2)
You said you from the city, but you look like you’re from heaven
Qué preciosa, girl, you’re breaking all the laws, it’s 7-
-teen hours I’ve been thinking ’bout the way you move your hips
And I’m just trying to feel the sugar on your Spanish lips
I love the way you’re stylish, designer on your arm
But I really wanna see what’s underneath that charm
Vamos, let’s go...
(Chorus)
Mami, tell me, can you come over?
Estás muy rica, I wanna get to know ya
With that black hair, brown skin, you’re the perfect view
Yeah, I wanna show you what that Trigga do.
Bésame, baby, yeah, you make it easy
Sexy mommy, yeah, you make it breezy.
Oh, oh...
(Bridge)
(Slowing down, more vocal runs)
Eres una diosa... (You are a goddess)
The way you carry yourself, yeah, you're in control
Te quiero... I just wanna know your soul
Your energy is something I can't let go.
Yeah, you’re a queen, mami...
Ohhh...
(Outro)
Brown skin... black hair...
Yeah, you got it, mami.
Qué linda, qué linda...
It’s Trigga...
(Fade out)
Mami...
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