Good lover, good Feels good a long whole summer L8 CMMR, a L8 CMMR My is a bad mothafucker He can it, bring it all day long All my lemon wong will get to see 'Cause he's gonna spend his life me
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 feel I could win the race And when he calls, when he my name I we're in the long game Why would I him for? I ask for any more I send, I wouldn't send him back He won me, game, set, and
L8 CMMR, he's a L8
My lover, my Shoots and scores like he's Undercover, under the My is a bad motherfucker Anybody, could see I'd caught him eventually Me and him have a that's rare All the girls can look
You can't 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 I could win the race And when he calls, when he my name I know in the long game Why would I him for? 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 for him's absurd
You can look, girl, but you can't Don't why I love you so much Can't put this thing into My love for absurd
And I see his face I feel I could win the race And when he calls, when he my name I know we're in the 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
And I see his face I feel I could win the race And he calls, when 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 wouldn't him back He won me, game, set, and
L8 CMMR, a L8 CMMR