Kirby Lauryen Lover Man
Well, hey, sugar, take a
Well, hey, sugar, take a
Well, hey, sugar, take a ticker, there’s a line I wanna
hid it.
Turns fifteen, shook my hand and got a victim.
Need chips for my chocolate, even pills for knowing,
You gotta work.
That song kind of Gucci had some kind of man that
Rushing on my lap, it ain’t no easy kind of fuzzy,
Dancing, he ain’t got to justify one hand, come make me
work.
‘cause you had the checking in on the first of fifteen,
Last night I’m on your check but what’s coming at me?
Crazy what a man do for that dream.
Said I had the checking in on the first of fifteen
Last night I’m on your check but what’s coming at me?
Crazy what a man do.
I had them saying
( I wanna be your lover man)
Sure, low fashion, leave his skin is wanna deep
Hip so thick like a midget on my hips.
Catch a man before he get hook from a glimpse.
To see these other girls have a n..er shake a pen and
make ‘em giggle
Standing on time watching trying to get you tickled.
Your front door couldn’t get me from the back, I’ll
make you work.
See, I ain’t no home wrecker, let me give this guy a
lesson
Show a little bit of that, cook a meal just to test
him.
Ask me how the daddy don’t deserve that, bet I make him
work.
See, I’m not a home wrecker, let me give this guy a
lesson
Show a little bit of that and test him
Ask me how the daddy don’t deserve that, bet I make him
work.
Hey, sure you wanna meet my,
Bet you wanna meet my…
Hey, hey.
