Wrong Lover Lyrics - Round 2 - J. Holiday

You might need a passport for this one 

It's international 

J. Holiday 

(And we got a special guest) 

Guess who? Boss 

You know sometimes, ladies, they move too fast 

And they choose the wrong one, yeah 

But if you like me, we just might take yours back 

(Right, I'm with that) 

Like repossession 

(Believe that) 

By the way that you scream my name 

I woulda thought you ain't been claimed 

Now you up in here with that flame 

Looking like you chose the wrong lover 

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And I can tell that you feel the same 

You see me, your expression change 

I don't want to approach or disrespect 

So I text you, I gotta have you tonight 

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 

It's the way that you walk, smooth 

The way that you move, ooh 

Girl, I can't let you escape 

I have to repossess you, babe 

It's the way that you walk, smooth 

The way that you move, ooh 

Since that night you was all mine 

You realized you chose the wrong lover 

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By the way that you play your game 

I woulda that your field done changed 

But baby now all you can say for yourself is, "I love ya" 

And it's written all on your face 

That you wanna meet me at your place 

I don't want to approach or disrespect 

So I text you, baby what's up for tonight 

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 

It's the way that you walk, smooth 

The way that you move, ooh 

Girl, I can't let you escape 

I might have to repossess you, babe 

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 chose the wrong lover 

It shines on a rainy night 

My new Mercedes bright 

I let her hit the smoke 

Me knowing that it's unladylike 

We counting 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 ain't concerned 

Running with a wide receiver 'cause he's paper firm 

Another angle came, player got he's ankle sprained 

Out for the season, now she see that things are not the same 

She made the wrong choice, picked the wrong man 

But baby I forgive you, now get with the program 

It's Ricky Ross, J. Holiday 

You's a star, and I got the perfect part to play 

It's the way that you walk, smooth 

It's the way that you move, ooh 

Girl, I can't let you escape 

I might have to repossess you, babe 

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 chose the wrong lover 

It's the way that you walk, smooth 

It's the way that you move, ooh 

Girl, I can't let you escape 

I might have to repossess you, babe 

It's the way that you walk, smooth 

The way that you move, ooh 

Since that night you was all mine 

You realized you chose the wrong lover