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