Stogie T – Mama Say Lyrics
Mama Say Lyrics by Stogie T
Stogie T
Now you wanna talk it out
Ayy, what we talkin’ about, huh?
Apartment blog sketchy ,am edgy shorty should have been got ready
But she top heavy, fetish override scary
Sous vide pork bellies, you roast a strawberry
You pop cherry, toast merely to the healthy
Forgot I’m married ,unsettled remember what mama tell me
It’s gets wary wins followed by rains, be wary
Get carried away following whims get buried
Celebrities the coal mine canary
They glorify and hail him with the same gold knife beheaded him
So roman senate, whole lot of venom
Off bat here is a Gotham emblem, for the authentic skin raw denim
You need a alternate ending the bad guy winning
It’s sci-fi written you dumb dumbs tweeting
Your highlight fictions
My actual life like island living
Wife might pick a visit from some flick she digging, now dig it
She side seeing my sight precision, gun welded
My guys might kill him I’m conflicted by religion
I’m no tough guy but tough guys love a niqqa
They might un-tuck and pop for a box of liquor
They rambunctious not pampers unconscious
Call a cock that with the bosses, even thugs ain’t lawless
Mama think I lost it I’m tryna protect the owner
She see the gun hoster, and know sh!t is rubbing offers [Chorus] Mama say knock ém off
We don’t entertain thoughts of doubts
When the dogs come out
Now they wanna talk it out
Don’t know what we got to talk about (now you wanna talk huh?)
Mama say knock ém off
We don’t entertain thoughts of doubts
When the dogs come out
Now they wanna talk it out (Ha)
Don’t know what we got to talk about (now you comfortable around T)
Was ready to put a dental plate, on freckle face
And heard the lord say retain your grace
And my law retainer straight courtesy of bae
It’s Kurt Cobain teen spirit on niqqas, in the early thirties
It’s childish my Gambino’s Italian ,had a meeting in private
Sent the vino get it legal through customs
We ain’t like blood brothers, but they send mama’s flowers
Say the only useful (W)rapper use condoms
At this point the wins are automated ,niqqas discombobulated
Switch ways for the latest audio rating
I can’t hate you selling dates when I sell grapes
Too many bad apples my family tree cellmates
You fruit cake well made, it’s everything there but taste
My tools I don’t feel safe, king and rook end game
I made lanes you took space, tell ém rookie check mate
You changed lanes for a new game, nca well played
[Chorus] Mama say knock ém off (ohh)
We don’t entertain thoughts of doubts
When the dogs come out
Now we wanna talk it out (ohh)
Don’t know what we got to talk about (Ohh you wanna talk now?)
Mama say knock ém off (run to the blogs baby)
We don’t entertain thoughts of doubts
When the dogs come out (Podcast warriors, clout chasers *laughs*)
Now we wanna talk it out
Don’t know what we got to talk about (clout chasing gets you bruised up)
Mama say knock ém off (ohh)
We don’t entertain thoughts of doubts (I’m no tough guy baby)
When the dogs come out
Now we wanna talk it out (the streets gonn resolve this)
Don’t know what we got to talk about (it’s out my hands now)
Mama say knock ém off (now imma say)
We don’t entertain thoughts of doubts
When lyricsah the dogs come out (keep your hands clean baby)
Now they wanna talk it out (My name only on the cheque)
Don’t know what we got to talk about (Stogie..)
Everybody just too motherfvcking friendly