My Move

Yea yea yea... Yea yea yea... Yea... uh... Turn it up a notch when I choose Hand twelve o'clock when I cruise Meetin' up with a soft leg She the type to better my mood You can have the spot when I move Beat the pussy up and it's bruised Married to the grind, yea I do Blessed up, a bunch of achoos Never ever hating on my partner Shit I'd rather better my dude Tryna fight my feeling with my thoughts Hell that's been an on going feud I guess somethings really never change That voice in my head to remain Telling me to go against the grain And ordinary some that ya ain't Never really understood a nigga Taking time out his day just to hate I guess I care less And couldn't give a shit Unless it's from some food that I ate Analyzing moves that I make Hold it down, let me be great Well yeen gotta let me do nothing I'm still going to pull it off anyway Cafe' I am who I am And on the beat I authenticate And we never prolong the wait When she's coming through and it's late Walkin' on this rock, up in space Tryna look and find my own way Momma said don't live life fast I'm still tryna find a good pace Turn it up a notch when I choose My move... yea, yea, yea She gone let me cut, let a nigga touch No rules (Yea, yea, yea) How you know my soul Yeen never been in my shoes... yea, yea, yea Somethings never change Ima still do what I do... yea, yea, yea Turn it up a notch when I choose My move... yea, yea, yea She gone let me cut, let a nigga touch No rules... yea, yea, yea How you know my soul Yeen never been in my shoes... yea, yea, yea Somethings never change Ima still do what I do... yea, yea, yea Turn it up a notch I'm on her like chickenpox When she slide... Through to the spot Gone off the leaf, needing release Or else ion sleep good What one won't do Best believe it's somebody else that would Stuck in the mud, can't really move That's what this feel like Left what I had, once in the past Cause it didn't feel right Sex real nice when she undress Leave me with no stress But after that I'm wanting my space Like it ain't no facebook yet Got this burning in my chest Goin' back through the course Ian learn my lesson They might try to count me out I just want to count blessings On my mind, rolling up a blunt Damn I got an obsession Brown sugar shawty Got a sweet tooth for that complexion Brain so good Shit I know she ain't failing She gone let me cut Let a nigga touch That's a confession Anything else tmi And I ain't telling That dank in the air That's going to help explain what you smelling Turn it up a notch when I choose My move... yea, yea, yea She gone let me cut, let a nigga touch No rules... yea, yea, yea How you know my soul Yeen never been in my shoes... yea, yea, yea Somethings never change Ima still do what I do... yea, yea, yea Turn it up a notch when I choose My move... yea, yea, yea She gone let me cut, let a nigga touch No rules... yea, yea, yea How you know my soul Yeen never been in my shoes... yea, yea, yea Somethings never change Ima still do what I do... yea, yea, yea