| 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 |