My Hubby Lit - Chrisette Michele

Pick up your sneakers baby

They’re all over our home, yeah

No they don’t drive me crazy

I’m trying your nerves

If everything is perfect, and it kinda is

What will I tell my friends

'Cause they ain’t never heard of, of

A really good man, uh

I got one and (Oh I got one yeah) yeah he’s the shit

This my song (This my song) to celebrate him

I got one and he’s chocolate (I do)

My hubby lit

(I got one) I got one and yeah he’s the shit (Ooh yeah)

This my song to celebrate him (Ooh)

I got one and he’s chocolate

My hubby lit

I don’t hardly see him

He running businesses, yeah

And when I really see him, yeah

He taking me on trips, yes he is

All these orange boxes

He act like I’m a queen

I mean 'cause I am, you know

All these red bottoms

My baby spy on me, oh, ah

I got one and yeah he’s the shit (Yeah I got one)

This my song to celebrate him (This my song)

I got one and he’s chocolate

My hubby lit

(I got one) I got one and yeah he’s the shit

This my song to celebrate him

I got one and (Oh yeah he’s chocolate) He’s chocolate

My hubby lit (My hubby lit)

Girls be complaining about their man

I feel guilty 'cause my man lit

He’s so sweet and he’s so into me

Here’s my song to celebrate him

Girls, they be complaining

Oh he’s so sweet

Here’s my song, here’s my song

I got one and yeah he’s the shit

This my song to celebrate him

I got one and he’s chocolate (He chocolate)

My hubby lit

I got one and yeah he’s the shit (Yes I do)

This my song to celebrate him (I celebrate)

I got one and he’s chocolate

My hubby lit (My hubby lit, my hubby lit)

My hubby lit

And so is his girl, don’t forget