| If they gleam in the sun
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| While they spin and they fit on my truck then (I could remember)
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| And if it came in the sack
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| No stems no seeds in the bag girl
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| And if they drip from my wrist and they look like they shine like new then
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| But ohhh, girl
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| I forgot to be your lover
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| If it wasn’t for the 9 to 5
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| Double-up overtime then (I could remember)
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| If it wasn’t for the Sunday All-Star
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| Weekend games, girl
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| And if it wasn’t for the dough
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| Gettin' 50 G’s a show, girl, ya know that
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| But silly me, silly me
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| Ohhh
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| Tell me how could I ever forget to be your lover
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| Now I realize that you need love too (Oh, yeah)
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| Spend my life makin' love to you
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| Oh, girl
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| Oh, I forgot to be your lover
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| When she starts bringin' up old dirt
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| And the fights keep getting worse (Oh, brother)
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| Findin' numbers in her purse
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| Better put that woman first (Yeah)
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| And you know she ain’t wearin' her ring (Oh, no)
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| When she starts playin' little games
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| Comin' in late from work
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| You better put that woman first
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| If it wasn’t for the make up on my shirt
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| Still I’d be chasin' skirts then (I could remember)
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| And if it wasn’t for that fight last night
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| You smashin' out my headlights then (I could remember)
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| If it wasn’t for parole
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| Steady duckin' my P O girl you know (I could remember)
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| But silly me, silly me, babe
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| Tell me how could I ever forget to be your lover
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| Now I realize that you need love too
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| Spend my life makin' love to you
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| Oh, girl
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| Oh, I forgot to be your lover
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| When she starts bringin' up old dirt (Bringin' up old shhhh)
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| And the fights keep getting worse
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| (Oh…oh…oh…oh…)
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| Findin' numbers in her purse (I'm tellin' you, brother)
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| Better put that woman first (You better put your woman first)
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| And you know she ain’t wearin' her ring (Oh, yeah)
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| When she starts playin' little games (I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm tellin' you, brother)
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| Comin' in late from work
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| You better put that woman first (Put that woman first)
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| Actin like it wasn’t really nothin'
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| Kept to myself, always runnin'
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| All that I sin
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| I need you to stay
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| Even though sometimes fallin'
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| Second
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| You know I had to win the last race
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| Put in some work
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| Always put that woman first
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| When she starts bringin' up old dirt
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| And the fights keep getting worse (Gettin' worse)
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| Findin' numbers in her purse (In her purse)
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| Better put that woman first (Put that woman first)
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| And you know she ain’t wearin' her ring (Ooh, yeah)
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| When she starts playin' little games (Her little games)
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| Comin' in late from work (I'mma say it again)
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| You better put that woman first (Put that woman, put that woman first)
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| When she starts bringin' up old dirt
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| And the fights keep getting worse (She's gonna leave you)
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| Findin' numbers in her purse
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| Better put that woman first (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| And you know she ain’t wearin' her ring (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| When she starts playin' little games (Yeah, yeah)
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| Comin' in late from work
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| You better put that woman first |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Put That Woman First , by - Jaheim. Song from the album Classic Jaheim Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп