paroles de chanson I Know You Got a Man - Ludacris
+ (Ester
Dean)
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'ma
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!
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
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!)
1 My Chick Bad
2 How Low
3 Sex Room
4 My Chick Bad Remix
5 Party No Mo’
6 Intro
7 My Chick Bad
8 I Do It All Night
9 Everybody Drunk
10 Hey Ho
11 Sex Room
12 I Know You Got a Man
13 Hey Ho
14 Sexting (Bonus Track (Explicit))
15 Party No Mo'
16 B.O.T.S. Radio
17 Can't Live With You
18 Can't Live With You
19 Feelin' So Sexy
20 Tell Me A Secret
21 Tell Me a Secret
22 My Chick Bad (Remix)
23 How Low (Remix) [Bonus Track]
24 How Low Remix (Bonus Track)
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