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Lyrics



Stogie T - Mama Said Lyrics



verse 1
New muggs blaring in a parked engine
I pop and block sketchy
I'm edgy, shorty should've been got ready
But she top heavy
Fetish over rides, scary
? they pork bellies, you roast a strawberry
We pop cherry, toast merrily to the healthy
Forgot I'm married, I'm settled
Remember what mama tell me
It get weary when followed by rain
Be wary, get carried away
Follow when whims get buried
Celebrities that call mine canary
The ? with the same gold knife
Behead him, so roman Senate
Whole lot of venom, all bat
Here's a Gotham emblem for the authentic skinners, raw demin
You need an alternate ending
The bad guy winning, it's sci-fi written
You dumb-dumbs tweeting your highlight fiction
My actual life like island living
Wife might pick a visit from some flick she digging, now dig it
She sight-seeing, my sight's precision, gun wielding
My guys might kill him, I'm conflicted by religion
I'm no tough guy but tough guys love a nigga
They might untuck and pop for a box of liquor
They're rambunctious, not the pompous unconscious
Call a caucus with the bosses
Even thugs ain't lawless
Mama think I lost it, I'm tryna protect her honour
She see the gun holster and know shit is rubbing off us

Hook
Mama say knock 'em out
We don't entertain thoughts of doubt
When the dogs come out
Now they wanna talk it out
Ion know what we gotta talk about
Mama say knock 'em out
We don't entertain thoughts of doubt
When the dogs come out
Now they wanna talk it out
Ion know what we gotta talk about
(Y'all feel too comfortable around T)

verse 2
Mama say let them hate
Was ready to put a dental plate on Freckle-Face
And heard the lord say Retain Your Grace
And my law retainer straight
Courtesy obey its Kurt Cobain
Teen spirit on niggas in their early thirties
It's childish, my Gambino Italian
Had a meeting in private
Sent a Vito, get a legal through customs
We ain't like blood brothers
But they sent mama flowers
Say the only useful rappers, used condoms
At this point the wins are automated, niggas discombobulated
Switching waves for the latest audience rating
I can't hate, you selling dates when I sell grapes
Too many bad apples, my family tree cell mates
You fruitcakes are well-made
It's everything there but taste
My tool's at a failsafe
King and Rook, endgame
I made lanes, you took space
Told them rookies, checkmate
You changes lanes for a new game
Ah, well-played

hook

Mama say knock 'em out
We don't entertain thoughts of doubt
When the dogs come out
Now they wanna talk it out
Ion know what we gotta talk about
Mama say knock 'em out
We don't entertain thoughts of doubt
When the dogs come out
Now they wanna talk it out
Ion know what we gotta talk about
Mama say knock 'em out
We don't entertain thoughts of doubt
When the dogs come out
Now they wanna talk it out
Ion know what we gotta talk about
Mama say knock 'em out
We don't entertain thoughts of doubt
When the dogs come out
Now they wanna talk it out
Ion know what we gotta talk about



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