I Know You Got A Man Lyrics - Battle Of The Sexes - Ludacris

[Chorus] 

I know you got a man, man, man 

But tell me what your man, man, man 

Got to do with me, me, me 

Uh oh uh oh oh 

Got to 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 

Got to do with me, me, me 

Uh oh uh oh oh 

Got to do with me, me, me 

Uh oh uh oh oh 

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Listen, 

I know you got a man, but your man ain't Luda 

So please don't let him fool ya 

Cos the nigga don't really know how to do ya 

Who's your daddy rolling all up in the caddy 

Sun roof top with the diamond in the back 

Coming 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 riding me like a Ducatti 

Faster than a Bugatti 

I'm like whoa Kimosabe 

Good golly shorty a freak or she been practicing Pilates 

I'm probably just stripping tongue sk-skipping like a track broke 

But if she think I'm fronting just wait til she see my back stroke 

Haa, I be your side piece but what's our future plans 

Cause I be on ya like damn 

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[Chorus] 

Hey, ok, ok, so that's your mans and 'em 

I ain't tellin' you to cancel him 

Do do your thing, look shorty I gotta respect your answer 'em 

Them there's your boyfriend, I just wanna be your toy friend 

Your other, other man 

Not not your lo-lo-lover man, undercover man 

How many rubber man's would it take for you 

Lil' mama to be apart of my plan 

What do you need in advance, 

I can see both of us showing 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 saying 

Like Denzel Washington "My Man" 

I don't wanna hear no mo' more bout him 

What it gotta do with me you grown ass woman 

I'm a grown ass man so we both know a lot about the birds and the bee's 

Hold on shorty lets conversate, conjugate, constipate 

Get stuck on each other, you coming up outta your lingerie, hey 

I know you got a man 

[Chorus] 

Nada, nada, not a damn thing 

He wouldn't know what to do if he tried it 

And I ain't hating, you need some room to breathe and 

I can be your ventilation 

You need a lil' lovin' just a lil' stimulation 

A hug a lil' kissing and then 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 nothing on you, you 

So let's go somewhere to dine and sip some expensive wine 

Later on tell me what we gon' do d,o 

We gon' bump and we gon' grind so good it should be a crime 

And next time tell your friends to come too, too. 

[Chorus]