L8 CMMR
Good lover, good loverFeels good like a long hot summerLate comer, he’s a late comerMy man is a bad motherfuckerHe can bring it, bring it all day longAll other man, them been wrongNobody will get to see‘Cause he’s gonna spend his life with me
You can’t have himNo way, he’s taken ladiesI’ve got me his babiesLook at my ringHe’s going nowhere till this fat lady sings
And when I see his faceI feel like I can win the raceAnd when he calls, when he calls my nameI know we’re in the long gameWhy would I leave him for?I couldn’t ask for any moreI wouldn’t send, I wouldn’t send him backHe won me game, set, and match
Late comer, he’s a late comer
My lover, my loverShoots and scores like he’s MaradonaUnder cover, under the coversMy man is a bad motherfuckerAnybody, anyone could seeI’d have caught him eventuallyMe and him have a thing that’s rareOther girls can look elsewhere
You can’t have himNo way, he’s taken ladiesI’ve got me his babiesLook at my ringHe’s going nowhere till this fat lady sings
And when I see his faceI feel like I can win the raceAnd when he calls, when he calls my nameI know we’re in the long gameWhy would I leave him for?I couldn’t ask for any moreI wouldn’t send, I wouldn’t send him backHe won me game, set, and match
You can look girl but you can’t touchDon’t know why I love him so muchCan’t put this thing into wordsMy love for him’s absurd
And when I see his faceI feel like I can win the raceAnd when he calls, when he calls my nameI know we’re in the long gameWhy would I leave him for?I couldn’t ask for any moreI wouldn’t send, I wouldn’t send him backHe won me game, set, and match.