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Lyricist: Chante Moore
Lyrics:
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Chanté’s got a man at home (At home)
Well, I gotta go home, I gotta make him some dinner
It hurts me your man's leaving you all alone (Alone, and I can't help it)
Oh, what? I'm supposed to lose my man 'cause your man actin' crazy? Mm-mm
I can't help it that your baby's dad
(He's) Creeping out
(Uh, uh) Cheating on you
I'm telling you... (Uh, uh)
Beating on you (Mmm)
...You gon' have to leave him alone
Chanté’s got a man at home (But I got a man)
I gotta go home, listen
And he's so good to me
I'm sorry that your man ain't home
I'm sorry that yours left you alone, mmm
It's such a shame your man is playing games (Now, now, I'm certain that you gon' have to leave him alone)
And I heard you say that men are all the same, no, no, no
It's not the truth, girl (Uh, uh)
'Cause I got proof, girl (Oh, I've got proof, girl)
I got a man at home
Chanté’s got a man at home (Woah)
I gotta go home (I got a man)
It hurts me your man's leaving you all alone (Hurts me to my heart, oh)
I can't help it that your baby's dad
(He's) Creeping out
(Uh) Cheating on you
(Uh, uh, uh, uh) Beating on you
Chanté’s got a man at home (But I got a man at home)
And he's so good to me
Listen
Now, why'd you let him beat you down? (Look at you, mm-mm)
No, no, what's up with that? There's good men around, oh (Listen)
Don't you know how beautiful you are inside, girl, mmm?
And don't you let nobody go and steal your pride, no, no, no
It's not the truth, girl (I know this thing, girl, it's not the truth)
'Cause I got proof, girl (Oh, no, no, I got proof)
I got a man at home (Waitin' on me)
Chanté’s got a man at home (He waitin' on me, he's at home, he's waitin' on me, he-he's waitin' on me)
It hurts me your man's leaving you all alone (It hurts me to my heart)
Listen (I can't help it that your baby won't)
I can't help it that your baby's dad (Get out and let you live in peace)
Your baby daddy
(He's) Creeping out
(Oh) Cheating on you (Don't let him cheat on you)
Beating on you (Ooh)
Chanté’s got a man at home (But I got a man at home)
I gotta go home to my man, listen
And he's so good to me
I once was where you are
Thought men were all the same
But I never gave up hope
And now, my life has changed
Listen to me, girls
One bad apple don't spoil the whole bunch, girl (Oh, won't spoil it, don't spoil it)
He always treats me right, we never fight
He sends me flowers, he wines and dines me
Took me home to meet his mama
How he loves me, hey
One bad apple don't spoil the whole bunch, girl (Oh, no, no, it don't spoil it, no, no)
Oh, won't you give it one more try
Before you give up on love? (Before you, before you give up on love)
Girl, that's my man callin' me... 'Hello?'