Stogie T - Mama Say... Lyrics

Eh
Stogie T (Now they wanna talk it out)
Ay what we talking about huh

New Maggz blaring in the parked engine
Apartment block sketchy
I’m edgy shorty shoulda been got ready
But she top heavy fetish override scary
Sous vide pork bellies you roast a strawberry
We pop cherry toast merely to the healthy
Forgot I’m married unsettled remember what mama tell me
It get blurry 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’s a Gotham emblem for the authentic skin is 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 sight seeing my sight 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 rambunctious knock the pompous unconscious
Call a caucus with the bosses even thugs ain’t lawless
Mama think I lost it I’m trying to protect her honor
She see the gun holster and know shit is rubbing off us

Mama say knock em out
We don’t entertain thoughts of doubt
When the dogs come out now they wanna talk it out
Don’t know what we got to talk about (Oh now you wanna talk huh)

Mama say knock em out
We don’t entertain thoughts of doubt
When the dogs come out now they wanna talk it out (Ah)
Don’t know what we got to talk about (Y’all too comfortable around T)

Mama say let em 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 of bae
It’s Kurt Cobain teen spirit on niggas 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 flowers
Say the only useful rappers use 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 cellmates
You fruit cakes are well made it’s everything there but taste
My tools are the fail safe
King and Rook endgame
I made lanes you took space
Tell em rookies checkmate
You changed lanes for a new game ah well played

Mama say knock em out (Uh)
We don’t entertain thoughts of doubt
When the dogs come out now they wanna talk it out (Oh)
Don’t know what we got to talk about (Oh y’all wanna talk now huh)

Mama say knock em out (Run to the blogs baby)
We don’t entertain thoughts of doubt
When the dogs come out now they wanna talk it out (Podcast warriors ha clout chasers)
Don’t know what we got to talk about (Clout chasing get you bruised up)

Mama say knock em out (Uh)
We don’t entertain thoughts of doubt (I’m no tough guy baby)
When the dogs come out now they wanna talk it out (The streets gonna resolve it)
Don’t know what we got to talk about (It’s out my hands now)

Mama say knock em out (Mama say)
We don’t entertain thoughts of doubt (Keep your hands clean baby)
When the dogs come out now they wanna talk it out (My name only on the cheque)
Don’t know what we got to talk about (Stogie)

I don’t know he just too friendly you know
Everybody just too motherfucking friendly