Dwele, Slum Village - Keep On lyrics

On, on, on, on, on, on hmm-mmm
Mmm mm

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
And I'ma keep on, at least that's the plan
But if you keep on
I might be forced to leave game alone
It hurts to the touch
You burning my pimp game
Long talks on the phone
'Cause you might have me gone
My lady 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

No captain save 'em, I'm more Donald Goines
Genie in a bottle
Lucky sevens that hit the solid coins
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 fiends
Nah mean? Got a dude sick to spleen
Type a girl that could pose for king
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 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

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
Than I've ever been
With any other woman, yeah
From this pimp game
Might see this pimpin' change
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

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 leave 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