My Man Music

Step left, step right, pull your knees tight, Do the butterfly, to the side, to the side, Now slide yeah, that's right yeah, Then we're gonna bring it back to the old school vibe. Come come with the rhythm, come with the bass Turn to a hottie and go whine up your waist Whine up your waist, whine up your waist, Whine up, whine up, whine up your waist Yeah you got me Put on my face and pump my stereo You can't stop, stop, stop me (nah) A melody fillin' up my radio Now i'm thinkin' oooooohh whaaaat do i fancy? Hip-hop, electro. I could be out dub-step raving, skanking' all night, I still love classical Yeeaahhh, We walk that talk with stooshe lines, Flicks my switches all the time Got me spinnin' like an old school '45 He's my A-list ev'ry night Then he'll make you, shake you, break the mould Right down to my neo soul yeah, Music is my baby He's gonna play me Step left, step right, pull your knees tight, Do the butterfly, to the side, to the side, Now slide yeah, that's right yeah Now we're gonna bring it back to the old school vibe Come come with the riddem, come with the bass Turn to a hottie and go whine up your waist Whine up your waist, whine up your waist, Whine up, whine up, whine up your waist Yeah he's so cool, I'm on a ride with every step he's taking Make me brand new I fall in love again again again And every hits is ooooooooo what is that funk or blues or rock and roll Baby got it so mixed in create a new ting, Its all so magical Yeah he moves my booty to the max Goes to my head like a bottle of Jacks At his bestest, yes he's on repeats I don't care he's on repeats Because he spun me round yeah roundabouts And came down to my country house I said, music you're my baby Come here and play me Step left, step right, pull your knees tight, Do the butterfly, to the side, to the side, Now slide yeah, that's right yeah Now we're gonna bring it back to the old school vibe Come come with the riddem, come with the bass Turn to a hottie and go whine up your waist Whine up your waist, whine up your waist, Whine up, whine up, whine up your waist I say we give you a liccle trouble, yeah we give you a liccle taste, Stooshe 'pon da ditty, make you whine up your waist My man make me move, my man make me do All the tings that ya man can't do Give you a little trouble, give you a little taste Stooshe 'pon that ditty make you whine up your waist Mamma make me move, my mom make me do, All the tings that a man can't do, That a man can't do That a man can't do That a man can't do That a man can't do That a man can't do That a man can't do That a man can't do Break it down...