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 x7
Break it downnnnnnn