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Jaheim - Put That Woman First lyrics
Ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh... (Yeah) If they gleam in the sun While they spin in the seat, get in my truck then {I could remember} And if it came in a sack No skins, no seats in the back and {I could remember} And if it dripped from my wrist And it looked it shined like new then {I could remember} But oh, girl I forgot to be your lover If it wasnt for the 9 to 5 Double up overtimin {I could remember} If it wasnt for the Sunday All-Star Weekend games, girl {I could remember} And if it wasnt the dough Couldnt fit the ??? jones girl, you know that {I could remember} But silly, me, silly me, oh Tell me how could I ever forget to be your lover Now I realize that you need love too (Oh, yeah) Spend my life makin love to you Oh, girl Oh, I forgot to be your lover When she starts bringin up old dirt And the fights keep getting worse (Oh, brother) Findin numbers in her purse Better put that woman first (Yeah) And you know she aint wearin her ring (Oh, no) When she starts playin little games Comin in late from work You better put that woman first If it wasnt for the make up on my shirt Still Id be chasin skirts and {I could remember} And if it wasnt for that fight last night Id be smashin out my headlights then {I could remember} If it wasnt for parole Steady duckin my P.O., girl, you know {I could remember} But silly me, silly me, babe Tell me how could I ever forget to be your lover Now I realize that you need love too Spend my life makin love to you Oh, girl Oh, I forgot to be your lover When she starts bringin up old dirt (Bringin up old s***) And the fights keep getting worse (Oh...oh...oh...oh...) Findin numbers in her purse (Im tellin you, brother) Better put that woman first (You better put your woman first) And you know she aint wearin her ring (Oh, yeah) When she starts playin little games (Im-Im-Im-Im tellin you, brother) Comin in late from work You better put that woman first (Put that woman first) {So many times} Actin like it really wasnt nothin {So many ways} Kept to myself, always runnin {So many games} All that I sin {So many words} I need you to stay {Always came first} Even though sometimes fallin second {Came down to love} You know I had to win in this race {Spend some time} Put in some work {And for better or worse} Always put that woman first When she starts bringin up old dirt And the fights keep getting worse (Gettin worse) Findin numbers in her purse (In her purse) Better put that woman first (Put that woman first) And you know she aint wearin her ring (Ooh, yeah) When she starts playin little games (Her little games) Comin in late from work (Imma say it again) You better put that woman first (Put that woman first) When she starts bringin up old dirt And the fights keep getting worse (Shes gonna leave you) Findin numbers in her purse Better put that woman first (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And you know she aint wearin her ring (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) When she starts playin little games (Yeah, yeah) Comin in late from work You better put that woman first |
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