Jaheim - Put That Woman First Lyrics

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Ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh... (Yeah)


If they gleam in the sun
While they spin in the seat, get in my truck then {I
could remember}
And if it came in a sack
No skins, no seats in the back and {I could remember}


And if it dripped from my wrist
And it looked it shined like new then {I could
remember}
But oh, girl
I forgot to be your lover


If it wasn’t for the 9 to 5
Double up overtimin’ {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
Couldn’t fit the ??? jones girl, you know that {I
could remember}
But silly, me, silly me, oh
Tell me how could I ever forget to be your lover


Now I realize that you need love too (Oh, yeah)
Spend my life makin’ love to you
Oh, girl
Oh, I forgot to be your lover


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 know she ain’t wearin’ her ring (Oh, no)
When she starts playin’ little games
Comin’ in late from work
You better put that woman first


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
I’d be smashin’ out my headlights then {I could
remember}


If it wasn’t for parole
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


Now I realize that you need love too
Spend my life makin’ love to you
Oh, girl
Oh, I forgot to be your lover


When she starts bringin’ up old dirt (Bringin’ up old
s***)
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 know she ain’t wearin’ her ring (Oh, yeah)
When she starts playin’ little games (I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m
tellin’ you, brother)
Comin’ in late from work
You better put that woman first (Put that woman first)


{So many times} Actin’ like it really wasn’t nothin’
{So many ways} Kept to myself, always runnin’
{So many games} All that I sin
{So many words} I need you to stay
{Always came first} Even though sometimes fallin’
second
{Came down to love} You know I had to win in this race
{Spend some time} Put in some work
{And for better or worse} Always put that woman first


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 know she ain’t wearin’ her ring (Ooh, yeah)
When she starts playin’ little games (Her little
games)
Comin’ in late from work (I’mma say it again)
You better put that woman first (Put that woman first)


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 know she ain’t wearin’ her ring (Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah)
When she starts playin’ little games (Yeah, yeah)
Comin’ in late from work
You better put that woman first

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