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Correct I Know You Got A Man Lyrics
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Flo Rida
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Correct I Know You Got A Man
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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)
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