Ludacris, Flo Rida - I Know You Got a Man lyrics

I know you got a man, man, man
But tell me what your man, man, man
Gotta do with me, me, me (uh oh, uh oh oh)
Gotta do with me, me, me (uh oh, uh oh oh)
(I know you got a girl, girl, girl)
(But tell me what your girl, girl, girl)
(Gotta do with me, me, me - uh oh, uh oh oh)
(Gotta do with me, me, me - uh oh, uh oh oh)

Hahaha, listen
I know you got a man but your man ain't Luda
(Luda) so please don't let him fool ya
Cause the nigga don't really know
How to do ya
Who's your daddy rollin all up in the Caddy
Sunroof top with the diamond in the back?
(back)
Comin to get some of the bomb in the sack
Like a bomb in Iraq, I'mma come and attack
Every inch, of yo' body after the af-terparty
And then on to the hotel lobby


Ridin me like a Ducati
Faster than a, Bugatti I'm like
Whoa kemosabe good golly shawty a freak
Well she been practicin Pilates (woo)
I'm probably just trippin, tongue
Sk-skippin like the track, broke
But if she think I'm frontin just
Wait 'til she see my backstroke (hah)
I'll be yo' side piece
But what's our future plans?
Cause I be on ya like DAAAAMN!
I know you got a man, man, man
But tell me what your man, man, man
Gotta do with me, me, me (uh oh, uh oh oh)
Gotta do with me, me, me (uh oh, uh oh oh)
(I know you got a girl, girl, girl)
(But tell me what your girl, girl, girl)
(Gotta do with me, me, me - uh oh, uh oh oh)
(Gotta do with me, me, me - uh oh, uh oh oh)

Hey, okay okay so that's yo' mans and dem
Damn I ain't tellin you to cancel him
Damn d do yo' thang
Look shawty I gotta respect yo' antonym
Damn d-dere yo' boyfriend
I just wanna be yo' toy friend
Yo' other other man, not yo' l-l-lover man
A undercover man
How many rubberbands it would
Take for you lil'
Mama to be apart of my plan?
What do you need in advance? I can
See both of us showin in France
I got the back of yo' thong
In my hand, Louis Vuitton
No more Donna Karan
Couple of stacks, s-so what is
You sayin? Like Denzel Washington, "My man"
I don't wanna hear no mo'-mo' 'bout him
What he 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 shawty let's conversate, conjugate
Constipate get stuck on each other
You comin up out of yo' lingerie
Hey, I know you got a man
I know you got a man, man, man
But tell me what your man, man, man
Gotta do with me, me, me (uh oh, uh oh oh)
Gotta do with me, me, me (uh oh, uh oh oh)
(I know you got a girl, girl, girl)
(But tell me what your girl, girl, girl)
(Gotta do with me, me, me - uh oh, uh oh oh)
(Gotta do with me, me, me - uh oh, uh oh oh)

Not a, not a, not a damn thang
He wouldn't know what to do if
He tried and I ain't hatin
You need some room to breathe and
I could be yo' ventilation
You need a lil' love and
Just a lil' stimulation a hug
A lil' kiss and then a lil' penetration
Give it to you like you never had it befo'
And you ain't never gonna think
About his ass again
Lips, hips, eyes, thighs
Yeah I'm gonna have to give that ass a ten
And they can get a five
Even though one of 'em kinda fine
But ain't none of 'em 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 yo' friends to come too
Too (woo)
I know you got a man, man, man
But tell me what your man, man, man
Gotta do with me, me, me (uh oh, uh oh oh)
Gotta do with me, me, me (uh oh, uh oh oh)
(I know you got a girl, girl, girl)
(But tell me what your girl, girl, girl)
(Gotta do with me, me, me - uh oh, uh oh oh)
(Gotta do with me, me, me - uh oh, uh oh oh)