LOVER GIRL

LOVER GIRL - Megan Thee Stallion

Lyrics by：Megan Pete

Composed by：Megan Pete/Jacob Carnes/Brian Holiman/Hasan Matthews/Albert Charbonneau/Roger Dickerson/Jules Jackson/Brion James

Produced by：Jacobdior

Kissin' kissin'

Oh Oh

Muah

Kissin kissin

Hm

Come on

My man my man my man my baby my baby

Me down spoiling me driving me crazy

My man my man my man my baby my baby

Me down spoiling me driving me crazy

Aye

Your fantasy

My man reality

I had to lock in when I found out he could handle me

Some call me extra

My call me pressure

This be easy when you find somebody on your level

My say my lady

He never say my

Some make excuses

He make that exist

Most want attention

My give me his

He know he a star

But he my biggest fan

Muah

Oh yeahh

My man my man my man my baby my baby

Me down spoiling me driving me crazy

My man my man my man my baby my baby

Let me talk to you right quick

Me down spoiling me driving me crazy

Aye

Let's skip the small talk

And make some big moves

I know you feelin me

You know I'm feelin you

A very freaky girl

Ahh

You heard what Gucci said

First I give you my number

Then you give me some

Don't need no GPS

I know what's going down

You got that love jones

Baby you 90s fine

I'm from splash town

You know I keep it wet

Might have gave him that good

But I gave him the best

Pop that for your man

Pop that for your man

Pop that for your man

Pop that for your man

Why you people

Need to find your own man

Pop that for your man

Pop that for your man

Pop that for your man

Pop that for your man

Why you people

Need to find your own man

Muah

Hey hey hey hey

My man my man my man my baby my baby

Me down spoiling me driving me crazy

My man my man my man my baby my baby

Me down spoiling me driving me crazy

He get so deep in that

It's like he lookin for somethin

A tight squeeze

But he still gon make his way through that tunnel

Yeah

I might bend over

But ain't foldin for nothin

I turn this house into a home

I'm one hell of a woman

I'm so beautiful gorgeous

He tell me every mornin

I'm the type of fine

Make a run to the altar

Took me home to his momma

Make him empty that wallet

He be runnin to that phone

round trip when I call it

Ah

Muah

My man my man my man my baby my baby

Me down spoiling me driving me crazy

My man my man my man my baby my baby

Let me talk to you right quick

Me down spoiling me driving me crazy

Pop that for your man

Pop that for your man

Pop that for your man

Pop that for your man

Why you people

Need to find your own man

Pop that for your man

Pop that for your man

Pop that for your man

Pop that for your man

Why you people

Need to find your own man

Ah

Kiss You

Yeah yeah yeah

Me down spoiling me driving me crazy

Yeah yeah yeah

My man my man my man my baby my baby

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Ohh yeah

I wanna kiss you