Lyrics
Kanye West
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Uh, uh, uh
I never liked you niggas
Who knew one day I’d be just like you niggas?
Uh, uh, uh, all right, you niggas
Uh, uh, uh, all right, you niggas
When I become my mama’s boyfriends?
When I become my mama’s boyfriends?
You walked in our lives, I was only five
Superman pajamas, I was super-duper fly
Sittin’ there like “Why? He at least hooper-sized?”
You know I scrutinized 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 fuck my mom
We are the voices of our parents’ bad choices, the aftermath of divorces
The kids of bitter split-ups, and baby…
…sitters, grandparents that don’t know what to do wit’ us
And the last thing I wanna see is mama’s new nigga
You ol’ Old Spice-wearin’, short chain-wearin’
Dress shoes and joggin’ pants-wearin’, church sock-wearin’
When you first stopped carin’ 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 ya hands off my mama, how Anita got Clarence
Yeah, I know she look good, butcha need to stop starin’
I drew a picture of her that’ll make her proud
But the door was locked and the TV up so loud
I scream out “I ain’t gon’ sleep no time soon!
And when I do, I’m sleepin’ in my mama room!”
I don’t like you, nigga
If I was old enough, I’d fight you, nigga
I wanna run over you wit’ my bike, you nigga
Don’t go to sleep at night, you nigga
When I become my mama’s boyfriends?
When I become my mama’s boyfriends?
Twenty years later, where has the time gone?
Now a nigga datin’, havin’ problems of his own
And now a nigga grown and the tables turned around
I never thought I’d ever raise another nigga child
He don’t like his mama boyfriend, just like me
Don’t wanna do the wrong thing, that’s very un-Spike Lee
But he be like Debo ’round his mama’nem
‘Cause when she here, he be quiet, when she leave, he be talkin’ again
He be wildin’ again, be calm
I don’t drink the drama, I sip the Dom Tyler Perrignon
“You gon’ marry my mom?” Look, I don’t read palms
And I don’t read Psalms, but I did
Take li’l man to church, took li’l man to school
Look, li’l man, kids don’t make the rules
Even though I ain’t raise you and you ya mama angel
Don’t get it twisted, baby boy, I’ll (Ving Rhames you)
I never liked you niggas
Who knew one day I’d be just like you niggas?
Uh, uh, uh, all right, you niggas
Uh, uh, uh, all right, you niggas
When I become my mama’s boyfriends?
When I become my mama’s boyfriends?
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