L8 CMMR

Good lover, good lover Feels good like a long whole summer L8 CMMR, he's a L8 CMMR My mind is a bad mothafucker He can bring it, bring it all day long All over my lemon wong 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 don't mean 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 could 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 L8 CMMR, he's a L8 CMMR My lover, my lover Shoots and scores like he's Maradona Undercover, under the covers My mind is a bad motherfucker Anybody, anyone could see I'd have caught him eventually Me and him have a thing that's rare All the girls can look elsewhere You can't have him No way he's taken, ladies, I don't mean 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 could 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 you 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 could 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 could 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 L8 CMMR, he's a L8 CMMR