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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeI Know You Got a Man
I know you got a man, man, manBut tell me what your man, man, manGot to do with me, me, meGot to do with me, me, meI know you got a girl, girl, girlBut tell me what your girl, girl, girlGot to do with me, me, meGot to do with me, me, meListen, I know you got a manBut your man ain't LudaSo please don't let him fool you 'causeThe nigga don't really know how to do youWho's your daddy rollin' all up in the Caddy?Sunroof top with the diamond in the backComin' to get some of the bomb in the sackLike a bomb in Iraq I'ma come and attackEvery inch of your body after the after partyAnd then on to the hotel lobby ridin' me like a DucattiFaster than a Bugatti, I'm like, whoa, KimosabeGood golly, shawty a freak or she been practicin' Pilates?I'm probably just strippin' tongue sk-skippin' like a track brokeBut if she think I'm frontin' just wait 'til she see my back strokeI be your side piece but what's our future plans?'Cause I be on you like damnI know you got a man, man, manBut tell me what your man, man, manGot to do with me, me, meGot to do with me, me, meI know you got a girl, girl, girlBut tell me what your girl, girl, girlGot to do with me, me, meGot to do with me, me, meHey, okay, okay, so that's your man's honey I'm inI ain't tellin' you to cancel himDo, do your thing, look, shawtyI gotta respect your answerin' himThem th-th-there's your boyfriendI just wanna be your toy friendYour other, other manNot your lo-lo-lover man, a undercover manHow many rubber bands it will take for youLil mama to be a part of my plan?What do you need in advance?I can see both of us showin' in FranceI can look back at your thong in my handLouis Vuitton, no more Donna KarenCouple of stacks, so what is you sayin'Like Denzel Washington "My Man"I don't wanna hear no mo-more 'bout himWhat it gotta do with me?You a grown ass woman, I'm a grown ass manSo we both know a lot about the birds and the beesHold up, shorty, let's conversateConjugate, constipateGet stuck on each otherYou comin' up outta your lingerieHey, I know you got a manI know you got a man, man, manBut tell me what your man, man, manGot to do with me, me, meGot to do with me, me, meI know you got a girl, girl, girlBut tell me what your girl, girl, girlGot to do with me, me, meGot to do with me, me, meNada, nada, not a damn thingHe wouldn't know what to do if he tried itAnd I ain't hatin', you need some room to breatheAnd I could be your ventilationYou need a lil lovin'Just a lil' stimulationA hug, a lil' kissin'And a lil' penetrationGive it to you like you never had it beforeAnd you ain't never gon' think about his ass againLips, hips, eyes, thighsHere I'm gon' have to give that ass a tenAnd they can get a fiveEven though one of them kinda fineBut ain't none of them got nothin' on you, youSo let's go somewhere to dineAnd sip some expensive wineLater on tell me what we gon' do, doWe gon' bump and we gon' grindSo good it should be a crimeAnd next time tell your friends to come too, tooI know you got a man, man, manBut tell me what your man, man, manGot to do with me, me, meGot to do with me, me, meI know you got a girl, girl, girlBut tell me what your girl, girl, girlGot to do with me, me, meGot to do with me, me, me
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