Next time that he leave you all alone Mr. Steal Your Girl is back Let your man know that So let your man know that It’ll never change 'Cause it’s always been that way But you know that you Can’t fake it He can’t give you what I got here right now

I swear there's way too many, tryna fall for one The ones that you bring home to momma (these girls) And the ones who love all of the drama (these girls) But I can't help it, I just wanna love all Ooh, I want 'em all (these girls) (These girls) the

So very long I've wanted you But I've wanted you There's this image of you that I can't shake That day we drove out to the ocean So many things I wanted to say But I knew it was all in vain Life doesn't give you hoops to jump through

Have you ever loved a woman So much you tremble in pain? So much it's a shame and a sin. And you know you can't leave her alone? And all the time you know She bears another man's name. But you just love that woman You just love that woman But all the

I can't get you out of my head God knows I've tried But I just can't forget Those crazy nights And all the things that we did Well, I don't know just what it is Maybe it was the way you talked Maybe it was the way you laughed But I know I want you back

It's making me sad Can't take just a picture of you It's making me mad That I can't get past You call me, oh, you call me all the time You tell me, oh baby, yeah, you're mine I like you, baby draw me all these smiles I like you, but it's just so, so many

Sha la la la Last night I lay in bed so blue 'Cause I realized the truth, they can't love me like you Baby they ain't got a clue, can't love me like you They try to romance me But you got that nasty And that's what I want (that's what I want) So baby,

I got a man that's always late Any time we have a date But I love him Yes I love him I'm gonna walk up to his gate See if we can't get this thing straight 'Cause I want him And I'm gonna have him Say is you is, or is you ain't my baby

How'd I get so faded? You don't have to love me, love me But you gon' have to fuck with me Yung God when I ride up Not too many that can fuck with me Never hung up on the bullshit I can't afford that type of luxury I'm boutta' do a show in Paris I swear

Now, but I can't And I don't know How we're just two men as God had made us Well, I can't, well, I can Too much, too late, or just not enough of this Pain in my heart for your dying wish I'll kiss your lips again In the middle of a gun fight In the