Good lover, good Feels good like a long summer L8 CMMR, a L8 CMMR My is a bad mothafucker He can bring it, it all day long All over my wong Nobody get to see 'Cause he's gonna spend his life me
You have him No way he's taken, ladies, I don't his babies at my ring He's nowhere 'til this fat lady sings
And I see his face I feel like I win the race And he calls, when he calls my name I know we're in the game Why would I leave him I ask for any more I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him He won me, game, set, and
L8 CMMR, a L8 CMMR
My lover, my and scores like he's Maradona Undercover, under the My mind is a bad Anybody, anyone see I'd have caught him Me and him a thing that's rare All the girls can look
You have him No way he's taken, ladies, I don't mean his at my ring He's going nowhere 'til this fat lady
And I see his face I feel I could win the race And he calls, when he calls my name I know we're in the game Why would I leave him I couldn't ask for any I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him He won me, game, set, and
You can look, girl, but you touch Don't know why I love you so put this thing into words My love for him's
You can look, girl, but you can't Don't know why I you so much Can't put this thing into My love for absurd
And when I see his I feel like I win the race And when he calls, when he calls my I know we're in the long Why would I leave him I couldn't ask for any I wouldn't send, I send him back He won me, game, set, and
And I see his face I like I could win the race And when he calls, when he calls my I know we're in the game Why would I him for? I couldn't ask for any I wouldn't send, I send him back He won me, game, set, and
L8 CMMR, he's a L8