Lyrics The 1st Lady - Eric Bellinger

The 1st Lady

Some niggas don’t wanna hold hands
Some niggas don’t want no one to know
Some don’t wanna claim to be your man
Some would rather keep it on the low
But with a face like that, and a body like that
And a smile like that, with an ass so fat
Beauty like that with some brains to match
Why wouldn’t I wanna tell the world about you, about you, about you?
Why wouldn’t I wanna tell the world about you, about you, about you?
Why wouldn’t I wanna tell the world about what I got at the crib holding me
down,
Having my back when no one is around?
Baby girl, you’re my queen.
Come get your crown
All I wanna do is tell the world:
That’s my baby!
Something like the same way Jay be repping for Beyoncé
That’s my baby!
Something like the same way Barack be repping for Michelle though
You’re my girl though.
I’m 'a tell the world though
This love is presidential
You’re my first lady!
My first lady!
Baby, you’re my number one
I don’t put you second to none
Girl, I worship the rain
That waters the grass
That grows on the ground you walk on
Baby, you’re my number one
I don’t put you second to none
You make me so ashamed of the girls in my past (and)
Why wouldn’t I wanna tell the world about you, about you, about you?
Why wouldn’t I wanna tell the world about you, about you, about you?
Why wouldn’t I wanna tell the world about what I got at the crib holding me
down,
Having my back when no one is around?
Baby girl, you’re my queen.
Come get your crown
All I wanna do is tell the world:
That’s my baby!
Something like the same way Jay be repping for Beyoncé
That’s my baby!
Something like the same way Barack be repping for Michelle though
You’re my girl though.
I’m 'a tell the world though
This love is presidential
You’re my first lady!
My first lady!