Song | That's Still Mama |
Artist | Cody ChesnuTT |
Album | Landing On A Hundred |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Eh Alright now, alright now eh | |
Ooh ooh eh | |
Huh aha Just boy, school boy, dope boy | |
Noted down with added teeth with like 20 pair of shoes | |
Who ya gonna call now when the lawyer call your name? (mama) | |
And when it’s dead and in front of the state, look at all his dream (your mama) | |
Just boy, school boy, dope boy | |
Got a backpack full of time and you don’t know why | |
Why you don’t even respect the uncles | |
And the ladies that sacrifice to birth ya | |
And now you feel your blood’s on the ceil | |
You can’t just jitter it away | |
Nothing’s as the pill | |
And that’s still your mama | |
That’s still mama | |
And let your recognition show | |
That’s still mama | |
Just boy, school boy, dope boy | |
Stuckin around with an assault charge on your name | |
All the reason | |
I make this song because | |
I love ya | |
All the reason | |
I take the time cause | |
I don’t wanna bury ya | |
Just boy, school boy, dope boy | |
I ain’t gonna throw my hands up, | |
I’mma love ya | |
Love ya, love ya | |
I know times can get hard | |
But I love ya so | |
It gets hard, you don’t get away you’ll be destroyed | |
And now you feel your blood’s on the ceil | |
You can’t just jitter it away | |
Nothing’s as the pill | |
And that’s still your mama | |
That’s still mama | |
And let your recognition show | |
That’s still mama | |
Your mama | |
Just boy, school boy, dope boy (dope boy) | |
I’m on fire | |
Cause I love ya | |
I do it, do it cause | |
I love ya | |
I do it, do it cause | |
I love ya | |
I do it, do it cause | |
I love ya | |
I do it, do it cause | |
I love ya | |
Do it, do it cause | |
I love ya | |
Do it, do it cause | |
I love ya | |
Do it, do it cause | |
I love ya | |
Do it, do it | |
Pawnshop baby, had to clean your backside | |
When you can feed yourself, couldn’t clean your eyes | |
How on earth did you get so beside yourself | |
And I’ll be as a queen | |
I’ll get it on | |
Boy, you’re gon refused | |
No matter how you feel | |
Your blood’s on the ceil now | |
You can’t just jitter it away | |
Nothing’s as the pill | |
That’s still mama | |
Your mama | |
That’s still mama | |
That’s still your mama | |
Let the recognition show | |
All breed from their mama | |
I remember mama | |
I remember mama, mama | |
I remember her loving | |
Kindest |
Eh Alright now, alright now eh | |
Ooh ooh eh | |
Huh aha Just boy, school boy, dope boy | |
Noted down with added teeth with like 20 pair of shoes | |
Who ya gonna call now when the lawyer call your name? mama | |
And when it' s dead and in front of the state, look at all his dream your mama | |
Just boy, school boy, dope boy | |
Got a backpack full of time and you don' t know why | |
Why you don' t even respect the uncles | |
And the ladies that sacrifice to birth ya | |
And now you feel your blood' s on the ceil | |
You can' t just jitter it away | |
Nothing' s as the pill | |
And that' s still your mama | |
That' s still mama | |
And let your recognition show | |
That' s still mama | |
Just boy, school boy, dope boy | |
Stuckin around with an assault charge on your name | |
All the reason | |
I make this song because | |
I love ya | |
All the reason | |
I take the time cause | |
I don' t wanna bury ya | |
Just boy, school boy, dope boy | |
I ain' t gonna throw my hands up, | |
I' mma love ya | |
Love ya, love ya | |
I know times can get hard | |
But I love ya so | |
It gets hard, you don' t get away you' ll be destroyed | |
And now you feel your blood' s on the ceil | |
You can' t just jitter it away | |
Nothing' s as the pill | |
And that' s still your mama | |
That' s still mama | |
And let your recognition show | |
That' s still mama | |
Your mama | |
Just boy, school boy, dope boy dope boy | |
I' m on fire | |
Cause I love ya | |
I do it, do it cause | |
I love ya | |
I do it, do it cause | |
I love ya | |
I do it, do it cause | |
I love ya | |
I do it, do it cause | |
I love ya | |
Do it, do it cause | |
I love ya | |
Do it, do it cause | |
I love ya | |
Do it, do it cause | |
I love ya | |
Do it, do it | |
Pawnshop baby, had to clean your backside | |
When you can feed yourself, couldn' t clean your eyes | |
How on earth did you get so beside yourself | |
And I' ll be as a queen | |
I' ll get it on | |
Boy, you' re gon refused | |
No matter how you feel | |
Your blood' s on the ceil now | |
You can' t just jitter it away | |
Nothing' s as the pill | |
That' s still mama | |
Your mama | |
That' s still mama | |
That' s still your mama | |
Let the recognition show | |
All breed from their mama | |
I remember mama | |
I remember mama, mama | |
I remember her loving | |
Kindest |
Eh Alright now, alright now eh | |
Ooh ooh eh | |
Huh aha Just boy, school boy, dope boy | |
Noted down with added teeth with like 20 pair of shoes | |
Who ya gonna call now when the lawyer call your name? mama | |
And when it' s dead and in front of the state, look at all his dream your mama | |
Just boy, school boy, dope boy | |
Got a backpack full of time and you don' t know why | |
Why you don' t even respect the uncles | |
And the ladies that sacrifice to birth ya | |
And now you feel your blood' s on the ceil | |
You can' t just jitter it away | |
Nothing' s as the pill | |
And that' s still your mama | |
That' s still mama | |
And let your recognition show | |
That' s still mama | |
Just boy, school boy, dope boy | |
Stuckin around with an assault charge on your name | |
All the reason | |
I make this song because | |
I love ya | |
All the reason | |
I take the time cause | |
I don' t wanna bury ya | |
Just boy, school boy, dope boy | |
I ain' t gonna throw my hands up, | |
I' mma love ya | |
Love ya, love ya | |
I know times can get hard | |
But I love ya so | |
It gets hard, you don' t get away you' ll be destroyed | |
And now you feel your blood' s on the ceil | |
You can' t just jitter it away | |
Nothing' s as the pill | |
And that' s still your mama | |
That' s still mama | |
And let your recognition show | |
That' s still mama | |
Your mama | |
Just boy, school boy, dope boy dope boy | |
I' m on fire | |
Cause I love ya | |
I do it, do it cause | |
I love ya | |
I do it, do it cause | |
I love ya | |
I do it, do it cause | |
I love ya | |
I do it, do it cause | |
I love ya | |
Do it, do it cause | |
I love ya | |
Do it, do it cause | |
I love ya | |
Do it, do it cause | |
I love ya | |
Do it, do it | |
Pawnshop baby, had to clean your backside | |
When you can feed yourself, couldn' t clean your eyes | |
How on earth did you get so beside yourself | |
And I' ll be as a queen | |
I' ll get it on | |
Boy, you' re gon refused | |
No matter how you feel | |
Your blood' s on the ceil now | |
You can' t just jitter it away | |
Nothing' s as the pill | |
That' s still mama | |
Your mama | |
That' s still mama | |
That' s still your mama | |
Let the recognition show | |
All breed from their mama | |
I remember mama | |
I remember mama, mama | |
I remember her loving | |
Kindest |