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STOOSHE lyrics : "My Man"

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

A melody fillin' up my radio
Now I'm thinkin' oooooohh what do I fancy?
Hip-hop, electro

I could be a dub-step raver, [email protected]$#in' all night
I still love classical


Yeah, 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 every night
Then he'll make you, shake you, break the mould
Right down to my neosoul

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


And 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 every 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

Yeah, 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!

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 me waist

Me say mama make me move, my mom make me do
All the things that a man can't do


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
Me say mama make me move, my mom make me do
All the things 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

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