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
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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
Undercover, 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
[x2]

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
[x2]

Late comer, he's a late comer