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Put That Woman First Lyrics

Put That Woman First by Jahiem  

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Put That Woman First Ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh... (Yeah)

[Verse 1:]
If they gleam in the sun
and they shine while they spin and they fit on my truck then {I could remember}
And if it came in a sack
No stems, no seeds in the bag then {I could remember}
And if it dripped from my wrist
And it looked it shined light blue then {I could remember}
But oh, girl
I forgot to be your lover
If it wasn't for the 9 to 5
Double up over time {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
Getting fifty G's a show, girl you know that, {I could remember}
But silly, me, silly me, oh
Tell me how could I ever forget to be your lover

[Bridge:]
Now I realize that you need love too (Oh, yeah)
Spend my life makin' up to you
Oh, girl
Oh, I forgot to be your lover

[Chorus:]
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 notice she ain't wearin' her ring (Oh, no)
And she starts playin' little games
Comin' in home late from work
You better put that woman first

[Verse 2:]
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
And you smashin' out my headlights then {I could remember}
If it wasn't for parol
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

[Bridge:]
Now I realize that you need love too
Spend my life makin' up to you
Oh, girl
Oh, I forgot to be your lover

[Chorus:]
When she starts bringin' up old dirt (Bringin' up old shit)
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 notice she ain't wearin' her ring (Oh, yeah)
And she starts playin' little games (I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm tellin' you, brother)
Comin' in home late from work
You better put that woman first (Put that woman first)

[Breakdown:]
{So many times} Actin' like it really wasn't nothin'
{So many ways} thought to myself, always runnin'
{So many games} All that I sin
suck my pussy ohhh that feels goood oooooo hhoooooooooo ohhhhhhooo uhhhhhhhhhhhh sqeeze it real goooood

{Always came first} Even though sometimes felt like second
{Came down to love} You know I had to learn a lesson
{Spendin' some time} Put in some work
{And for better or worse} Always put that woman first

[Chorus:]
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 notice she ain't wearin' her ring (Ooh, yeah)
And she starts playin' little games (Her little games)
Comin' in home late from work (I'mma say it again)
You better put that woman first (Put that woman first)

[Chorus:]
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 notice she ain't wearin' her ring (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And she starts playin' little games (Yeah, yeah)
Comin' in home late from work
You better put that woman first



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