Sir Michael Rocks - Cant Get Mad At Me lyrics

rate me

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’, workin’

Come get a bowl of this soup man

I’m a God with the labels

That Givenchy, that …

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 ‘em like damn

Guess niggas 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, what up, 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 feelin’ 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.