Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Know You Got A Man, artist - Ludacris.
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Know You Got A Man |
I know you got a man, man, man |
But tell me what your man, man, man |
Got to do with me, me, me |
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) |
Got to do with me, me, me |
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) |
I know you got a girl, girl, girl |
But tell me what your girl, girl, girl |
Got to do with me, me, me |
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) |
Got to do with me, me, me |
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) |
Listen, I know you got a man |
But your man ain’t Luda |
So please don’t let him fool you 'cause |
The nigga don’t really know how to do you |
Who’s your daddy rollin' all up in the Caddy? |
Sunroof top with the diamond in the back |
Comin' to get some of the bomb in the sack |
Like a bomb in Iraq I’ma come and attack |
Every inch of your body after the after party |
And then on to the hotel lobby ridin' me like a Ducatti |
Faster than a Bugatti, I’m like, whoa, Kimosabe |
Good golly, shawty a freak or she been practicin' Pilates? |
I’m probably just strippin' tongue sk-skippin' like a track broke |
But if she think I’m frontin' just wait 'til she see my back stroke |
I be your side piece but what’s our future plans? |
'Cause I be on you like damn |
I know you got a man, man, man |
But tell me what your man, man, man |
Got to do with me, me, me |
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) |
Got to do with me, me, me |
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) |
I know you got a girl, girl, girl |
But tell me what your girl, girl, girl |
Got to do with me, me, me |
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) |
Got to do with me, me, me |
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) |
Hey, okay, okay, so that’s your man’s honey I’m in |
I ain’t tellin' you to cancel him |
Do, do your thing, look, shawty |
I gotta respect your answerin' him |
Them th-th-there's your boyfriend |
I just wanna be your toy friend |
Your other, other man |
Not your lo-lo-lover man, a undercover man |
How many rubber bands it will take for you |
Lil mama to be a part of my plan? |
What do you need in advance? |
I can see both of us showin' in France |
I can look back at your thong in my hand |
Louis Vuitton, no more Donna Karen |
Couple of stacks, so what is you sayin' |
Like Denzel Washington «My Man» |
I don’t wanna hear no mo-more 'bout him |
What it gotta do with me? |
You a grown ass woman, I’m a grown ass man |
So we both know a lot about the birds and the bees |
Hold up, shorty, let’s conversate |
Conjugate, constipate |
Get stuck on each other |
You comin' up outta your lingerie |
Hey, I know you got a man |
I know you got a man, man, man |
But tell me what your man, man, man |
Got to do with me, me, me |
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) |
Got to do with me, me, me |
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) |
I know you got a girl, girl, girl |
But tell me what your girl, girl, girl |
Got to do with me, me, me |
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) |
Got to do with me, me, me |
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) |
Nada, nada, not a damn thing |
He wouldn’t know what to do if he tried it |
And I ain’t hatin', you need some room to breathe |
And I could be your ventilation |
You need a lil lovin' |
Just a lil' stimulation |
A hug, a lil' kissin' |
And a lil' penetration |
Give it to you like you never had it before |
And you ain’t never gon' think about his ass again |
Lips, hips, eyes, thighs |
Here I’m gon' have to give that ass a ten |
And they can get a five |
Even though one of them kinda fine |
But ain’t none of them got nothin' on you, you |
So let’s go somewhere to dine |
And sip some expensive wine |
Later on tell me what we gon' do, do |
We gon' bump and we gon' grind |
So good it should be a crime |
And next time tell your friends to come too, too |
I know you got a man, man, man |
But tell me what your man, man, man |
Got to do with me, me, me |
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) |
Got to do with me, me, me |
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) |
I know you got a girl, girl, girl |
But tell me what your girl, girl, girl |
Got to do with me, me, me |
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) |
Got to do with me, me, me |
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) |