I Like Boys by Todrick Hall Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Mama come, come doll, take a seat
There's someone you know that you've got to meet
So brace yourself for the big reveal
He's about my height when he's not in heels
Some boys play basketball
He played house with ratchet dolls
It's not Santa Claus, it's time for applause
It's coming out the closet

[Chorus]
Mama, I like boys
I like pecs
Like them arms when they flex
Like that print, in them sweats
Tell them girls, thank you next
I like when they text me sexy pics of 'em
Like them abs when there are six of 'em
Tell them girls I'm sorry
I like boys
[Post-Chorus]
Mama, boys like me (I like boys who like boys)
Mama (I like boys who like boys)
Work (I like boys who like boys)
Mama (I like boys who like)

Boys like me, yeah (Boys like me)
Yeah, they do (Boys like me)
(Boys like me)
Motherfuckin' boys like me (bitch)

[Verse 2]
I like when they shake it, shake it
I like when they grind real slow
I like when they almost naked
Tell dad I'm so homo
Lights off, doors shut
Tall, dark, clean-cut
Thick with a bubble butt, yup

[Chorus]
Mama, I like boys
I like pecs
Like them arms when they flex
Like that print, in them sweats
Tell them girls, thank you next
I like when they text me sexy pics of 'em
Like them abs when there are six of 'em
Tell them girls I'm sorry
I like boys
[Pre-Chorus]
Mama, boys like me
(I like boys who like boys)
Mama
(I like boys who like boys)
Work
(I like boys who like boys)
Mama
(I like boys who like)
Boys like me, yeah
(Boys like me)
They do
(Boys like me)
(Boys like me)
Motherfucker boys like me (bitch)

[Bridge]
Style like they named Harry
Chocolate like Tyrese
I pick him up at Barry's
Crunch, Planet Fitness
Shirt off in the lawn
Sizzlin' like grease
By day his name Gaston
By night I call him Beast
[Verse 3]
Bitch, B to the O to the Y to the S
Boys will be boys and with boys I'm obsessed
Boys in their gym clothes, boys in a dress
And if boys are a crime then I'm under arrest

Cause I've been boy crazy since the boy scouts
Fuck the closets, let the boys out
Don't be a camel when you are a llama
Period, no comma, bring on all the drama

[Chorus]
Mama, I like boys
I like pecs
Like them arms when they flex
Like that print, in them sweats
Tell them girls, thank you next
I like when they text me sexy pics of 'em
Like them abs when there are six of 'em
Tell them girls I'm sorry
I like boys

[Pre-Chorus]
Mama boys like me
(I like boys who like boys)
(I like boys who like boys)
Work
(I like boys who like boys)
Mama, yeees
(I like boys who like)
Boys like me
Sorry
(Boys like me)
Not sorry
(Boys like me)
(Boys like)
Motherfucker boys like me (Bitch)