Lyrics

Better put that woman first yeah Put her first If they gleam in the sun While they spin and they Fit on my truck then (I could remember) And if it came in the sack No stems no seeds in the sack girl (I could remember) And if they drip from my wrist and They look like they shine like new then (I could remember) But ohhh girl I forgot to be your lover If it wasn't for the 9 to 5 Double-up overtime working (I could remember) And if it wasn't for the Sunday all star Weekend games girl (I could remember) And if it wasn't for the dough Gettin' fifty g's a show Girl ya know that (I could remember) But silly me, silly me Ohhh girl Tell me how could I ever forget to be yours 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 And the fights keep getting worse Findin' numbers in her purse You better put that woman first And you know she ain't wearin' her ring And she starts playin' little games Comin' in late from work You better put that woman first If it wasn't for the make up on my shirt Still I'd be chasin' skirts then (I could remember) And if it wasn't for that fight last night You crashing out my headlights (I could remember) If it wasn't for parole Steady duckin' my P.O Girl you know that (I could remember) But silly me, silly me, babe Tell me how could I ever forget to be yours 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 And the fights keep getting worse Findin' numbers in her purse You better put that woman first When you know she ain't wearin' her ring And she starts playin' little games Comin' in late from work Oh! You better put that woman first Put her first yeah Put you woman first Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah If they gleam in the sun While they spin and they Fit on my truck then (I could remember) And if it came in the sack No stems no seeds in the sack girl (I could remember) And if they drip from my wrist and They look like they shine like new then (I could remember) But ohhh girl I forgot to be your lover When she starts bringin' up old dirt And the fights keep getting worse Findin' numbers in her purse Better put that woman first When you know that she ain't wearin' her ring When she starts playin' little games Comin' in late from work (I'mma say it again) You better put that woman first
Writer(s): Clifton Lighty, William Bell, Jaheim Hoagland, Mary Y. Brown, Bale'wa M. Muhammad, Booker T. Jones Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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