Can’t Get Mad At Me Lyrics - Sir Michael Rocks



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I’m that man (I’m that man)
I’m that man (I’m that man)
I’m that dude (that dude)
Let me know (let me know)
How you feel

But you just can’t get mad at me
Can’t get mad though
Can’t get mad at me
Can’t get mad though

I’m that man (I’m that man)
I’m that dude (that dude)
Let me know (let me know)
How you feel

But you just can’t get mad at me
Can’t get mad though
Can’t get mad at me
Can’t get mad though

Your girl cute to me
I buy her ass some sandals
Take her ass to the beach
That why why, that aqua
That I wanna Spanish
I’m on my real grand shit
Coming up from nothing now
I’m always poppin something nigga
Start with OG, these hoes be fuckin so mean
Cause my garage like a stable,
I’m a dark with later when I’m whippin (whippin)
Workin (workin)
Come get a bowl of this soup man
I’m a God with the labels
That Givenchy, that Mari arty
Them all jealous, I’m snap back
So that bump back, it’s all in all
The false slag, looking at the TV screen at er like damn
Guess niggas just just don’t bite
This line like
Go get your shades if we just too bright nigga

I’m that man (I’m that man)
I’m that dude (that dude)
Let me know (let me know)
How you feel

But you just can’t get mad at me
Can’t get mad though
Can’t get mad at me
Can’t get mad though

I’m that man (I’m that man)
I’m that dude (that dude)
Let me know (let me know)
How you feel

But you just can’t get mad at me
Can’t get mad though
Can’t get mad at me
Can’t get mad though

Girl, you a cut up, wuttup, shut up
Go ahead and put that butt up
Face down, all this money dollars that we chase now
How you feel about a nigga
I’ll be trilla lady killa payin phone bills
I’m lookin for home still
And I still ain’t found it
But I stay grounded
And I stay cashin
The Ferragamo be the fashion
We running through them poles til they gone
Uh, a nigga couldn’t wait
Told them hungry bitches come and get a plate
You can ride on top of this until you get a stomach ache
I’m the man where I be from, come and get a piece of cake
Thrillin good finna mud, man I’m lovin what we make
And all them hatin niggas, they be loving how we take your lid

I’m that man (I’m that man)
I’m that dude (that dude)
Let me know (let me know)
How you feel

But you just can’t get mad at me
Can’t get mad though
Can’t get mad at me
Can’t get mad though

I’m that man (I’m that man)
I’m that dude (that dude)
Let me know (let me know)
How you feel

But you just can’t get mad at me
Can’t get mad though
Can’t get mad at me
Can’t get mad though







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------ 04/18/2014

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