Dwele - Keep On (feat. Slum Village) lyrics

(feat. Slum Village) [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 ain't 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 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