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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 [bad word] my mama's boyfriends? 
When I [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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" 

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I don't like you n-gga 
If I was old enough I would fight you n-gga 
I [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 
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 [bad word] 
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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