Good lover, good Feels like a long whole summer L8 CMMR, a L8 CMMR My is a bad mothafucker He can bring it, it all day long All over my wong will get to see 'Cause gonna spend his life with me
You have him No way he's taken, ladies, I mean his babies at my ring He's going 'til this fat lady sings
And I see his face I feel like I could win the And when he calls, when he calls my I know in the long game Why would I him for? 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 him eventually Me and him have a thing rare All the girls can look
You can't him No way he's taken, ladies, I don't mean his Look at my He's nowhere 'til this fat lady sings
And I see his face I like I could win the race 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
You can look, girl, but you can't Don't know why I you so much put this thing into words My for him's absurd
You can look, girl, but you can't Don't know why I love you so Can't put this into words My love for absurd
And I see his face I feel I could win the race And when he calls, he calls my name I know we're in the game 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 I could win the race And when he calls, 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 send him back He won me, game, set, and
L8 CMMR, he's a L8