Keep On

Dwele

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    [Verse 1:]
    I- I'm stuck in
    Love with you
    I can't bend these pimping rules
    No more than I been flexing them
    Buddy love, spandexin'
    And if you aint know
    I play by rules an I'm ma keep on
    At least that the plan
    But if you keep on
    I might be forced to leave game alone
    (You hot like fire)
    It hurts to the touch,
    You burning pimp my game
    (I'm avoiding)
    Long talks on the phone,
    'Casue you might have me gone
    My lady if you keep on...

    [hook:]
    (on on on on...)
    Moving your hips right
    My lova keep on,
    Smacking your lips right
    My lova keep on,
    Calling me papi
    My lova keep on,
    Thinkin' bout me
    My lova keep on,
    Rocking Prada
    My lova keep on,
    Working it out ma
    My lova keep on,
    Doing your damn thing
    My lova keep on,
    Making me sing this song about you

    [verse 2: Slum Village]
    No captain save her, my moor dawdle goings
    The genie in a bottle, lucky sevens that hit the solid coins
    That's all I was
    Tippin' my frame, had a different dip or a dame, trip over game till they fall in love
    Had pretty women kiss the ring
    Pecking the kicks, bet I'm convinced, I'm everything they wished and dreamed
    You was more than just a fish on string
    Earned a crown that was fit for queens
    You a fix for feens

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    Na mean?
    Got a dude Sick to spleen
    Type a girl that could pose for king
    (Listen, listen) You got a body let me pick your brain
    Get with dude, get this fame
    Ditch your man, shake that lame
    Come and take exotic trips, and exclusive whips with the premium bang
    Hittin' the autobahn, got us shifting lanes
    Swear to God, just keep doing your thing
    Just (My lova keep on) keep on...

    [verse 3:]
    Got me
    In love with you
    I'm telling me
    All the things you can do for me
    To bring my change when you buy my money
    I cop the range and now you ride with me
    You doing things that make me wanna keep the range
    Parked outside when the sun's high
    And I love the range, but I can't lie
    (You've got me higher)
    Than I've ever been
    With any other woman
    (I'm resigning)
    Form this pimp game
    Might see this pimpin' change
    If you keep on...

    [hook]

    You got me from them things you do
    Baby, when you do what you do, when you put it on me
    You've got me finding myself going crazy
    I'm on my way to leaving this game alone if you keep on

    Moving your hips right
    Smacking your lips right
    Calling me papi
    Thinkin' bout me
    Rocking Prada
    Working it out ma
    Doing your damn thing
    Making me sing this song about you

    Song details

    Composition: Dee Jay, Teethree, Dwele, Elzhi, and Lonnie Lynn

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