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I never liked you n-ggas

Who knew one day I'd be just like you n-ggas

Uh uh uh alright you n-ggas

Uh uh uh alright you n-ggas

When I become my mama's boyfriends?

When I become my mama's boyfriends?



He walked in our lives

I was only five

Superman pajama's I was super duper fly

Sitting here like why, he at least supersize

You know I scrutinise like who this newer guy

I'm my mama boyfriend I'm her little husband

I was the man of the house when there wasn't

Trying to get to know homie just kill the charm

You ain't interested in me you just tryna f-ck my mum

We are the voices of our parents bad choices

The aftermath of divorces

The kids of bitter split ups

And baby sitters

Grand parents that don't know what to do with us

And the last thing I want to see is mama's new n-gga

You old Old Spice wearing

Short chain wearing

Dress shoes and jogging pants wearing

Church sock wearing

When you first stop caring about your appearance

When you get here anyway I already got parents

Don't try to put me inline I already got crayons

My mama said I could do it I already got clearance

Keep your hands of my mama how I need to got clearance

Yeah I know she look good but you need to stop staring

I drew a picture of her that would make her proud

But the door was locked and the TV up so loud

I scream out "I ain't going to sleep no time soon,

And when I do I'm sleeping in my mama room"

I don't like you n-gga

If I was old enough I would fight you n-gga

I wanna run over you in my bike you n-gga

Don't go to sleep at night you n-gga



And it seems like I wasted time

If thats what it's all about

Mama if thats moving up than I



When I become my mama's boyfriends

Twenty years later where has the time gone

Now you see I'm dating having problems of my own

Now that I'm grown the tables turned around

I never thought I'd ever raise another n-ggas child

He don't like his mama's boyfriend

Just like me don't wanna do the wrong thing

That's very un Spike Lee but he be like he go round his mama then

Cause when she here he be quiet

When she leave he be talking again

He be wylin again

Be calm I don't drink the drama

A sip of Dom Tyler-Perry-on

You gon marry my mom look

I don't read palms and I don't read psalms

And I did take little man to church

And took little man to school

Look littl eman kids don't make the rules

Even though I aint raised you

You your mama angel

Don't get it twisted baby boy I'll Ving Rhames you



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When I become my mama's boyfriends?