Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wrong Lover (feat Rick Ross) , by - J Holiday. Release date: 31.12.2008
Song language: English
Wrong Lover (feat Rick Ross) |
| Girl I can’t let you escape Might have to repossess you baby |
| It’s the way that you walk, Smooth |
| The way that you move, Ooh |
| Since that night you was all mine you realize you choose the wrong lover |
| Verse 2 |
| And by the way that you play your game I would have thought that your field |
| done changed But baby now all you can say for yourself is I love ya, |
| yea And it’s written all on your face (All over your face) That you wanna meet |
| me at your place But I don’t wanna approach or disrespect so I text ya baby |
| what’s up for tonight (What's up baby get wit me) |
| So let’s do it again meet me at the spot so we can dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, |
| Say alright, Alright |
| She hit me back like three o’clock |
| Chorus |
| It’s the way that you walk, Smooth (I need you baby) |
| It’s the way that you move, Ooh (You out wit that sucka) |
| (It's not a good look, not a good look) |
| Girl I can’t let you escape |
| Might have to repossess you baby |
| It’s the way that you walk, So smooth The way that you move, Ooh |
| Since that night you was all mine you realized you choose the wrong lover (Not |
| frontin' baby I got more paper than him too, Not being arrogant. |
| Or am I?) |
| Rap |
| I shines on a rainy night |
| My new Merceded bright |
| I let her hit the smoke me knowing it’s unlady like |
| We countin' thousand stacks |
| I’m on my eighty ninth |
| She on her twenty first |
| Fill up your pretty purse |
| But then the tables turn |
| She actin' like she aint concerned |
| Runnin' wit a wide receiver cause his paper firm |
| Another angle came, player got his ankle sprain |
| Out for the season now she see that things are not the same |
| She made the wrong choice or picked the wrong man but baby I forgive you now |
| get wit the program |
| It’s Ricky Ross, J. holiday |
| Yous a star and I got the perfect part to play |
| Chorus Repeat |
| (You look like a million bucks baby) |
| (I hope you taste better than you look) |
| (Sexy a#) |
| (You know it’s bout time you get wit a boss baby Rick Ross, J. Holiday) |
| (It's two of the finest, two of the biggest in the business) |
| (Google Me) |