(feat. Flo Rida)
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[Chorus]
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I know you got a man, man, man
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but tell me what your man, man, man
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got to do with me me me
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uh oh uh oh oh
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got to do with me me me
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uh oh uh oh oh
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I know you got a girl, girl, girl
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but tell me what your girl, girl, girl
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got to do with me me me
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uh oh uh oh oh
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got to do with me me me
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uh oh uh oh oh
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[Ludacris]
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Listen,
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I know you got a man, but your man ain't Luda
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so please don't let him fool ya
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cos the nigga don't really know how to do ya
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who's your daddy rolling all up in the caddy
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sun roof top with the diamond in the back
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coming to get some of the bomb in the sack
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like a bomb in Iraq Imma come and attack
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every inch of your body after the after party
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and then on to the hotel lobby riding me like a Ducatti
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faster than a Bugatti
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Im like whoa Kimosabe
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Good golly shortie a freak or she been practising Pilates
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I'm probably just stripping tongue sk-skipping like a track broke
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but if she think I'm fronting just wait til she see my back stroke
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haa, I be your side piece but whats our future plans
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cause I be on ya like DAMNNN
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[Chorus]
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[Flo Rida]
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Hey, ok ok, so thats your mans and 'em
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I aint tellin you to cancel him
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do do your thing, look shorty I gotta respect your answer 'em
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them there's your boyfirend, I just wanna be your toy friend
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your other other man
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not not your lo-lo-lover man, undercover man
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how many rubber man's would it take for you lil mama to be apart of my plan
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what do you need in advance,
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I can see both of us showing in France
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I can look back at your thong in my hand
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Louis Vuitton no more Donna Karen
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couple of stacks so what is you saying
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like Denzel Washington "My Man"
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I don't wanna hear no mo' more bout him
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what it gotta do with me you grown ass woman
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I'm a grown ass man so we both know a lot about the birds and the bee's
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hold on shorty lets conversate, conjugate, constipate
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get stuck on each other, you coming up outta your lingerie, hey
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I know you got a man
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[Chorus]
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[Ludacris]
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Nada, nada, not a damn thing
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he wouldn't know what to do if he tried it
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and I ain't hating, you need some room to breathe and I can be your ventilation
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you need a lil lovin' just a lil stimulation
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a hug a lil kissing and then a lil penetration
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give it to you like you never had it before
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and you aint never gon think about his ass again
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lips, hips, eyes, thighs here I'm gon have to give that ass a ten
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and they can get a five even though one of them kinda fine
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but ain't none of them got nothing on you you
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so lets go somewhere to dine and sip some expensive wine
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later on tell me what we gon do do
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we gon bump and we gon grind so good it should be a crime
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and next time tell your friends to come too, too.
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[Chorus]
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I Know You Got A Man
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| Ludacris |
