L8 CMMR

Lyrics

Good lover, good lover
 Feels good like a long hot summer
 Late comer, he's a late comer
 My man is a bad motherfucker
 He can bring it, bring it all day long
 All other man, them been wrong
 Nobody will get to see
 'Cause he's gonna spend his life with me
 You can't have him
 No way, he's taken, ladies
 I've got me, his babies
 Look at my ring
 He's going nowhere 'til this fat lady sings
 And when I see his face
 I feel like I can win the race
 And when he calls, when he calls my name
 I know we're in the long game
 Why would I leave him for?
 I couldn't ask for any more
 I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him back
 He won me game, set, and match
 Late comer, he's a late comer
 My lover, my lover
 Shoots and scores like he's Maradona
 Under cover, under the covers
 My man is a bad motherfucker
 Anybody, anyone could see
 I'd have caught him eventually
 Me and him have a thing that's rare
 Other girls can look elsewhere
 You can't have him
 No way, he's taken, ladies
 I've got me, his babies
 Look at my ring
 He's going nowhere 'til this fat lady sings
 And when I see his face
 I feel like I can win the race
 And when he calls, when he calls my name
 I know we're in the long game
 Why would I leave him for?
 I couldn't ask for any more
 I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him back
 He won me game, set, and match
 ♪
 You can look, girl, but you can't touch
 Don't know why I love him so much
 Can't put this thing into words
 My love for him's absurd
 You can look, girl, but you can't touch
 Don't know why I love him so much
 Can't put this thing into words
 My love for him's absurd
 And when I see his face
 I feel like I can win the race
 And when he calls, when he calls my name
 I know we're in the long game
 Why would I leave him for?
 I couldn't ask for any more
 I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him back
 He won me game, set, and match
 And when I see his face
 I feel like I can win the race
 And when he calls, when he calls my name
 I know we're in the long game
 Why would I leave him for?
 I couldn't ask for any more
 I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him back
 He won me game, set, and match
 Late comer, he's a late comer
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:26
Key
1
Tempo
103 BPM

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