Cult Mama Lyrics Translation in English from the Telugu film Skanda. Cult Mama song sung by Hema Chandra, Ramya Behera, Maahaa and music given by Thaman S also lyrics written by Anantha Sriram.
Film/Album: Skanda
Singer: Hema Chandra, Ramya Behera, Maahaa
Composer: Thaman S
Lyrics by: Anantha Sriram
Label: Junglee Music Telugu
Cult Mama Lyrics Translation in English
Bittoo Bittoo Body Motham Reddoo Chilli Saltu
Chuttoo Chuttoo Kammesundhi Pogare Default
Spritzing the whole body with chili salt
Everything is peppery and typical
Pettookunte Oodeepoddhi Prathi Nattu Bolt
Kottee Soodu Ettuntadho Kandallo Revoltu
It sparkles like lightning when you touch it
It seems that gunpowder is stored in the heart
Oy Lakkodithe Lakkodithe Lifelake Jolt
Yeh Vetapuli Dhookuthante Oopirike Halt
Yey Ukkunaram Uggadithe Kikku Triple Malt
Arreyey Dharuvey Yey Dharuvey Steppulika Fultoo
Hey, kicking is a good way to wake up
When the tiger roars, the breath comes to a standstill
It’s like drinking triple malt whiskey as the hawk takes flight
Hey, it’s full of booze and dancing moves
Aey Mama! Aey Mama! Aey Mama! Aey Mama!
Aey Mama Mamamama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama
Hey, mama. Hey, mama. Hey, mama. Hey, mama
Hey, mama, mama, mama, mama mama, mama, mama, mama
Eyy Cult Cult Cult Cult
Aey Cult Mama Cult Mama Cult Mama Cult Ye
Nuv Kannu Kodithe Anthe Mama, Kannela Gundelu Melt Ye
Hey, cult, cult, cult, cult
Hey, cult, mama, cult, mama. Cult, mama, cult, yeah
Mama, if you wink, that’s it. Girls’ hearts melt like jaggery
Aey Cult Mama Cult Mama Cult Mama Cult Ye
Nuv Kalu Dhuvvithe Anthe Mama Katthulakaina Guilt Ye
Hey, mama, mama, mama. Yeah, cult, mama, cult
Mama, if you walk, that’s it. Even if you make a mistake, there is no guilt
Aey Cult Mama Cult Mama Cult Mama Cult Ye
Neekedhurupadithe Onikipoddhi Nadumukunna Belt Ye
Hey, mother, mama, mama, mama. Yeah, cult, mama, cult
If you get into a fight, there’s a belt waiting for you. It’s a waist-tightening belt
Aey Cult Mama Cult Mama Cult Mama Cult Ye
Nee Kadupu Kosthe Bayatapade Content Ye Diet Ye
Hey, cult, mama, cult, mama. Cult, mama, cult, yeah
It’s like a diet; if it pains you, there’s happiness in the agony
Oy Meesamila Meesamila Melipedithe Cultu
Nee Kalarila Kalarila Egaresthe Cultu
Arey Body’lila Body’lila Thiragesthe Cultu
Aeyy, Veedhulalo Ventapadi Iragesthe Cultu
Hey, if you have a mustache
If you scratch like a professional
Hey, if you move your body in this manner
It’s like a hurricane on the streets
Medaki Kerchief Thalaki Ribbon
Kattesi Ninchinna Cut-Out Cult
Silencer Peekesi Acceleratorrni
Raiantu Thippese Cutting Cult
Using a kerchief as a ribbon on the forehead.
A hip-hop cult in cut-out form
With the silencer open, I’m accelerating
A cutting-edge cult that makes a lot of noise
Dhandha Kosam Pette Sittello Cult
Vandhamandhithone Betting Cult
Midnight Moginche Dj Beat Cult
Flood Light Velthurlo Patte Kusthee Cult
A business-oriented cult
A betting cult with extensive ties
A DJ beat cult that shakes the clocks at midnight
A lighting cult that performs in the spotlight
Sketch Geesthe Cult, Rachchachesthe Cult
Ismile Cult Ismile Cult, Istyle Cult Ischool Cult
Cult Cult Cult Cult Cult
It’s a cult if you draw. It’s a cult if you doodle
It’s a religion of smiles. It’s a cult of style
Cult Cult Cult Cult Cult
Eyy Cult Cult Cult Cult
Aey Cult Mama Cult Mama Cult Mama Cult Ye
Nuv Kannu Kodithe Anthe Mama, Kannela Gundelu Melt Ye
Hey, cult, cult, cult, cult
Hey, cult, mama, cult, mama. Cult, mama, cult, yeah
Mama, if you wink, that’s it. Girls’ hearts melt like jaggery
Aey Cult Mama Cult Mama Cult Mama Cult Ye
Nuv Kalu Dhuvvithe Anthe Mama Katthulakaina Guilt Ye
Hey, mama, mama, mama. Yeah, cult, mama, cult
Mama, if you walk, that’s it. Even if you make a mistake, there is no guilt
Aey Cult Mama Cult Mama Cult Mama Cult Ye
Neekedhurupadithe Onikipoddhi Nadumukunna Belt Ye
Hey, mother, mama, mama, mama. Yeah, cult, mama, cult
If you get into a fight, there’s a belt waiting for you. It’s a waist-tightening belt
Aey Cult Mama Cult Mama Cult Mama Cult Ye
Nee Kadupu Kosthe Bayatapade Content Ye Diet Ye
Hey, cult, mama, cult, mama. Cult, mama, cult, yeah
It’s like a diet; if it pains you, there’s happiness in the agony