Make Her the Mrs.

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bizzle] Uh, we been through a whole lot together But the pride in me convices me not to tell her How I'm better with her and I miss her when we not together 'Cause I don't wanna give her the power, but I'm kinda fed up With playin games, homie, I'm too grown And honestly, she probably should'a been moved on But she hasn't 'cause her love for me's too strong And I feel like I done took advantage of it too long The homies say it's bros over hoes though Okay, but what if she not one of those though? What if she do more for me then the homies put together? How you explain treatin' her like she don't though? Feel like the least I could do is put a ring on it When she deserved fifteen like three Kobe's I done put her through it all and she keeps goin' And I love her to death, but it's time that she knows it Bizzle [Pre-Chorus: Willie Moore Jr.] And know there's nowhere in the world I would rather be And the pride got me feelin like she'll never leave But a part of me's afraid that, one day, she'll see That she can do better than me And anybody can see she the one for me And there's a whole lot I feel like I wanna see But it's time to put away childish things You know [Chorus: Willie Moore Jr.] Maybe it's time to make her the Mrs. (Make her the Mrs.) Make her the Mrs.​ Ooh, I gotta make her the Mrs. (Make her the Mrs.) Make her the Mrs., ayy You know you found the one indeed If you gon' play, why not play for keeps? (Make her the Mrs.) Make her the Mrs.​ (Make her the Mrs.) Make her the Mrs., me [Verse 2: Bizzle] Uh, see, I'll tell you what my dilemma is I was taught to keep women like medicine One for every need, and every situation To have a whole field of 'em playing different bases And the way I saw hip-hop pitching it Is you wasn't a man unless you had plenty chicks But that would mean that having a lot of dudes That what makes a woman a woman, and if not, then we hypocrites But now I'm with this chick, and homie she is it And her mind's made up, homie, she commits And I know that she the one for me And I don't want another chick, I just like to feel free to pick Afraid one day she'll realize how I do her Only treat her right when I feel like I'm a loser So why wait 'til she leaves and I'm broken down To show her how much she means to me? I'ma show her now Yeah [Pre-Chorus: Willie Moore Jr.] And know there's nowhere in the world I would rather be And the pride got me feelin like she'll never leave But a part of me's afraid that, one day, she'll see That she can do better than me And anybody can see she the one for me And there's a whole lot I feel like I wanna see But it's time to put away childish things You know [Chorus: Willie Moore Jr.] Maybe it's time to make her the Mrs. (Make her the Mrs.) Make her the Mrs.​ Ooh, I gotta make her the Mrs. (Make her the Mrs.) Make her the Mrs., ayy You know you found the one indeed If you gon' play, why not play for keeps? (Make her the Mrs.) Make her the Mrs.​ (Make her the Mrs.) Make her the Mrs., me [Outro: Willie Moore Jr.] Make her the Mrs.​ Make her the Mrs.​