Mama’s Boyfriend lyrics

[Intro]
Seems such a waste of time
If that's what it's all about
Mama if that's movin' up then I'm—
(Alright you n*ggas, al-alright)
(Alright you n*ggas, al-alright)
(Alright you n*ggas, al-alright)
(Alright you n*ggas, al-alright)

[Chorus]
I never liked you n*ggas
Who knew, one day, I'd be just like you n*ggas?
Ugh-ugh-ugh, all right, you n*ggas
Ugh-ugh-ugh, all right, you n*ggas
When I become my mama's boyfriends?

[Verse 1]
He walked in our lives, I was only five
Superman pajamas, I was super-duper fly
Sitting there like, "Wow, he at least hooper size"
You know I scrutinize, like, "Who this newer guy?"
I'm my mama boyfriend, I'm her little husband
I was the man of the house when it wasn't
Tryna get to know me, homie? Just kill the charm
You ain't interested in me, you just tryna f*ck my mom
We are the voices of our parents' bad choices
The aftermath of divorces, the kids of bitter split-ups
And babysitters, grandparents that don't know what do to with us
And the last thing I want to see is Mama's new n*gga
You ol' 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 in line, I already got crayons
My mama said I could do it, I already got clearance
Keep your hands off my mama, how Anita got Clarence
Yeah, I know she look good, but you need to stop staring
I drew a picture of her that'd 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!"
[Hook]
I don't like you, n*gga
If I was old enough, I'd fight you, n*gga
I want to run over you with my bike, you n*gga
Don't go to sleep at night, you n*gga
When I become my mama's boyfriends?
When I become my mama's boyfriends?

[Verse 2]
Twenty years later, where has the time gone?
Now, a n*gga dating, having problems of his own
And now, a n*gga grown, and the tables turned around
I never thought I ever raise another n*gga's child
He don't like his mama boyfriends, just like me
Don't wanna do the wrong thing, that's very un-Spike Lee
But he be like Deebo 'round his mama 'nem
'Cause when she here, he be quiet
When she leave, he be talking again
He be wilding again—be calm
I don't drink the drama or sip the Dom Tyler Perry-on
You gon' marry my mom?
Look, I don't read palms, and I don't read psalms
But I did take lil' man to church, took lil' man to school
"Look, lil' man, kids don't make the rules
Even though I ain't raise you, and you your mama angel
Don't get it twisted, baby boy—I'll Ving Rhames you"
[Chorus]
I never liked you n*ggas
Who knew, one day, I'd be just like you n*ggas?
Ugh-ugh-ugh, all right, you n*ggas
Ugh-ugh-ugh, all right, you n*ggas
When I become my mama's boyfriends?
When I become my mama's boyfriends?