This woman I got is a piece of work
She don't appreciate nothing
It seems like the more I do the more she don't
And the more I will the more she won't
I know I'm a good man
Ain't I Gud Enuff, I work hard everyday
Six in the morn till six in the evening and every two weeks I get paid
Sheeeeeit, I'm like Bobby Womack, I work hard and put in overtime
But every time I come home and lay in that bed
She turns around saying, Um sweetie it's time you put in more overtime
Ah Yeah?
Only when it baby making time
So, baby do this, baby do that
Baby, I know you cut the grass but can you please scratch my back
Please, rub my feet, comb my hair, walk the dog, and then you can take out the trash, Please
Hold on, can I ask you a question, baby?
Why you always act like you sleep when I humbly ask for some ass?
And everyday I tell you how much I love you and I kiss you as much as I can
But every time we stroll through the mall, I see you eye hustling for another man
Now you telling me you're pregnant saying the child is mine
But sheeit, I ain't shot the club up in months, surely this is asinine
But we both vowed before God that I'd be your husband and you be my wife
And everything I do for you and you say that ain't good enough
Bitch!
You know that ain't right
Baby, this ain't worth it
I'm tired of giving you my selfless service
Everyday you want me to worship you
And baby, you ain't God
And if you keep playing around with my love
God will take me far away from you
You better know that
Sheeeeit!
Listen y'all, whether you're male or female
If you have somebody in your life that pays the bills
Cooks very well, gives you good lovin
And you say all that ain't good enough
And still not treating them right
Listen here
What you won't do for them, somebody else will
Peace
Ain't I Gud Enuff Video (MV)
Performed By: Gabe Williams The Old Man Winter Poet
Language: English
Length: 2:51
Written by: David Overton
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English
This woman I got is a piece of work
She don't appreciate nothing
It seems like the more I do the more she don't
And the more I will the more she won't
I know I'm a good man
Ain't I Gud Enuff, I work hard everyday
Six in the morn till six in the evening and every two weeks I get paid
Sheeeeeit, I'm like Bobby Womack, I work hard and put in overtime
But every time I come home and lay in that bed
She turns around saying, Um sweetie it's time you put in more overtime
Ah Yeah?
Only when it baby making time
So, baby do this, baby do that
Baby, I know you cut the grass but can you please scratch my back
Please, rub my feet, comb my hair, walk the dog, and then you can take out the trash, Please
Hold on, can I ask you a question, baby?
Why you always act like you sleep when I humbly ask for some ass?
And everyday I tell you how much I love you and I kiss you as much as I can
But every time we stroll through the mall, I see you eye hustling for another man
Now you telling me you're pregnant saying the child is mine
But sheeit, I ain't shot the club up in months, surely this is asinine
But we both vowed before God that I'd be your husband and you be my wife
And everything I do for you and you say that ain't good enough
Bitch!
You know that ain't right
Baby, this ain't worth it
I'm tired of giving you my selfless service
Everyday you want me to worship you
And baby, you ain't God
And if you keep playing around with my love
God will take me far away from you
You better know that
Sheeeeit!
Listen y'all, whether you're male or female
If you have somebody in your life that pays the bills
Cooks very well, gives you good lovin
And you say all that ain't good enough
And still not treating them right
Listen here
What you won't do for them, somebody else will
Peace
She don't appreciate nothing
It seems like the more I do the more she don't
And the more I will the more she won't
I know I'm a good man
Ain't I Gud Enuff, I work hard everyday
Six in the morn till six in the evening and every two weeks I get paid
Sheeeeeit, I'm like Bobby Womack, I work hard and put in overtime
But every time I come home and lay in that bed
She turns around saying, Um sweetie it's time you put in more overtime
Ah Yeah?
Only when it baby making time
So, baby do this, baby do that
Baby, I know you cut the grass but can you please scratch my back
Please, rub my feet, comb my hair, walk the dog, and then you can take out the trash, Please
Hold on, can I ask you a question, baby?
Why you always act like you sleep when I humbly ask for some ass?
And everyday I tell you how much I love you and I kiss you as much as I can
But every time we stroll through the mall, I see you eye hustling for another man
Now you telling me you're pregnant saying the child is mine
But sheeit, I ain't shot the club up in months, surely this is asinine
But we both vowed before God that I'd be your husband and you be my wife
And everything I do for you and you say that ain't good enough
Bitch!
You know that ain't right
Baby, this ain't worth it
I'm tired of giving you my selfless service
Everyday you want me to worship you
And baby, you ain't God
And if you keep playing around with my love
God will take me far away from you
You better know that
Sheeeeit!
Listen y'all, whether you're male or female
If you have somebody in your life that pays the bills
Cooks very well, gives you good lovin
And you say all that ain't good enough
And still not treating them right
Listen here
What you won't do for them, somebody else will
Peace
Writer: David Overton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid