My Man Music Lyrics & Chords By Stooshe

My man music, won't you play, oh

La la la la la, hey
La la la la la, oh
La la la la la la la, yeah

Yeah, are you ready?
Come on guys, ready, ready?
1, 2, 3, break it down!

Step left, step right, pull your knees tight,
And o 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' ooh what do I fancy?
Hip-hop, electro.
I could be a dub-step raver, skankin' 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 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

Yeah he's so cool,
I'm on a ride with every step he's taking
Make, make me brand new
I fall in love again, again, again
And every hits is, ooh what is that funk or blues or rock and roll
Baby got it so mixed in create a new ting,
It's 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 repeat
I don't care he's on repeat
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 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 liccle trouble, yeah we give you a liccle taste,
Stooshe 'pon da ditty, make you whine up me waist
Me say mama make me move, my mum 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 ditty make you whine up your waist
Me say, mama make me move, my mum make me do,
All the tings 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
Break it down