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(chorus) |
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Step left, step right, pull your knees tight, |
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Do the butterfly, to the side, to the side, |
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Now slide yeah, that's right yeah, |
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Then we're gonna bring it back to the old school vibe. |
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Come come with the rhythm, come with the bass |
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Turn to a hottie and go whine up your waist |
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Whine up your waist, whine up your waist, |
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Whine up, whine up, whine up your waist |
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(verse) |
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Yeah you got me |
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Put on my face and pump my stereo |
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You can't stop, stop, stop me (nah) |
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A melody fillin' up my radio |
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Now i'm thinkin' oooooohh whaaaat do i fancy? |
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Hip-hop, electro. |
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I could be a dub-step raver, dancin' all night, |
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I still love classical |
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Yeeaahhh, |
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We walk that talk with stooshe lines, |
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Flicks my switches all the time |
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Got me spinnin' like an old school '45 |
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He's my A-list ev'ry night |
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Then he'll make you, shake you, break the mould |
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Right down to my neo(?) soul |
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Music is my baby |
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He's gonna play me |
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(chorus) |
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Step left, step right, pull your knees tight, |
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Do the butterfly, to the side, to the side, |
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Now slide yeah, that's right yeah, |
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Then we're gonna bring it back to the old school vibe |
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Come come with the rhythm, come with the bass |
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Turn to a hottie and go whine up your waist |
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Whine up your waist, whine up your waist, |
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Whine up, whine up, whine up your waist |
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(verse/rap) |
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I say we give you a lickle trouble, yeah we give you a little taste, |
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Stooshe 'pon that bit, it make you whine up your waist |
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Mamma make me move, my mom make me do |
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All the tings that a man can't do |
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Give you a little trouble, give you a little taste |
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Stooshe 'pon that diity make you whine up your waist |
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Mamma make me move, my mom make me do, |
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All the tings that a man can't do, |
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That a man can't do x7 |
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Break it down |
