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 a dub-step raver, dancin' 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

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,

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

I say we give you a lickle trouble, yeah we give you a little taste,

Stooshe 'pon that bit, it make you whine up your waist

Mamma make me move, my mom make me do

All the tings that a man can't do

Give you a little trouble, give you a little taste

Stooshe 'pon that diity 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

Break it down