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