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| Jaheim Miscellaneous Put That Woman First 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 wasn’t for the 9 to 5 Double up overtimin’ {I could remember} If it wasn’t for the Sunday All-Star Weekend games, girl {I could remember} And if it wasn’t the dough Couldn’t 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 ain’t wearin’ her ring (Oh, no) When 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 and {I could remember} And if it wasn’t for that fight last night I’d be smashin’ out my headlights then {I could remember} If it wasn’t 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 (I’m tellin’ you, brother) Better put that woman first (You better put your woman first) And you know she ain’t wearin’ her ring (Oh, yeah) When she starts playin’ little games (I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m 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 wasn’t 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 ain’t wearin’ her ring (Ooh, yeah) When she starts playin’ little games (Her little games) Comin’ in late from work (I’mma 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 (She’s gonna leave you) Findin’ numbers in her purse Better put that woman first (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And you know she ain’t 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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