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Correct My Man Music Lyrics
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[Chorus:] 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 [Verse 1:] Yeah you got me Put on my face and pump my stereo You can't stop, stop, stop me A melody fillin' up my radio And now I'm thinkin' oooooo 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 [Chorus:] 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 [Verse 2:] 'n' yeah he's so cool, I'm on a ride with every step he's takin' Make make me brand new, I fall in love again again again And evry hit is 'ooooo what is that funking blues or rock 'n' roll? ' Baby got it so mixed in creatin' new things it's all so magical Yeahh He moves my booty to the max, Goes to my head like a bottle of Jacks Tried his best yeah he's on repeat, I don't care he's on repeat Because he spun me round, yeah round about And came round to my country house I said music you're my baby, Come here and play me! [Chorus:] 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 [Verse 3: rap] 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 [x7] Break it down
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