Testo Mama Say... - Stogie T
Testo della canzone Mama Say... (Stogie T), tratta dall'album Mama Say...
Yeah
Stogie T
Now they wanna talk it out
Ayy, what we talkin' 'bout?
Huh?
New mugs blaring in the parked engine
Apartment block sketchy, I'm edgy
Shorty should've been got ready
But she top heavy, fetish override scary
Sous vide pork bellies, you roast a strawberry
We pop cherry, toast merrily to the healthy
Forgot I'm married, unsettled, remember what mama tell me
It get blurry, winds 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, behead him
So Roman-centered, whole lot of venom, all bad
Here's a Gotham emblem for the authentic skinners, raw denim
You need an alternate ending, the bad guy winning
It's sci-fi written, you dum-dums tweetin' your highlights fiction
My actual life like island livin'
Wife might pick a visit from some flick she diggin'
Now dig it, she sightseein', my sights precision, gun wieldin'
My guys might kill him, I'm conflicted by religion
I'm no tough guy, but tough guys love a nigga
That 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 tryna protect the honor
She see the gun holster and know shit is rubbin' off us
Mama said knock 'em out
We don't entertain thoughts of doubt
When the dogs come out
Now they wanna talk it out
I don't know what we gotta talk about (Oh, now you wanna talk, huh?)
Mama said knock 'em out
We don't entertain thoughts of doubt
When the dogs come out
Now they wanna talk it out (Ah)
I don't know what we gotta 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"
Had my law retainer straight, courtesy obey
It's Kurt Cobain teen spirit on niggas in they early thirties
It's childish, my Gambino Italian had a meetin' in private
Sent the vino, get illegal through customs
We ain't like blood brothers, but they send mama flowers
Say the only use for rappers is used condoms
At this point, the wins are automated
Niggas discombobulated, switchin' waves for the latest audience rating
I can't hear you sellin' dates when I sell grapes
Too many bad apples, my family tree cellmates
You fruitcakes 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 them rookies checkmate
You changed lanes for a new game, ah, well played
Mama said knock 'em out (Uh)
We don't entertain thoughts of doubt
When the dogs come out
Now they wanna talk it out (Oh)
I don't know what we gotta talk about (Oh, y'all wanna talk now, huh?)
Mama said knock 'em out (Run to the blogs, baby)
We don't entertain thoughts of doubt
When the dogs come out (Podcast warriors)
Now they wanna talk it out (Clout chasers)
I don't know what we gotta talk about
Clout chasin' get you bruised up)
Mama said 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 gon' resolve it)
I don't know what we gotta talk about (It's out my hands now)
Mama said 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 check)
I don't know what we gotta talk about (Stogie)
And I don't know, he just too friendly, you know?
Everybody just too motherfuckin' friendly
Credits
Writer(s): Boitumelo Ndida Sinqumo Molekane, Ndivhuwo Cayenne Mudimeli, Sibusiso Gordian Maseko
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