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Watch Me Dance (feat. Roots Manuva) - Toddla T



     
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Watch me dance,
Girl watch me dance.
Move your body next to mine,
To mine,
To mine,
To mine.
Girl I'll share my brand new dance with you,
I like how you dance,
So I wanna chance with you.
Try and show you how we gonna move,
Cause your type of body make me feel so good like,
Like where, like what, like who you?
Might be inside a chance with your voodoo.
Are you ready to reveal that new you?
..............step up with your new shoes,
So why don't you take them off?
Mine a get......... and set me off like.
They make me flare my nostrill,

................................... tear my.......... like,
You and I got nothing to prove now,
Gonna put my loin on you now,
Wanna spread some oil on you now.
Wanna just join with you now.
Watch me dance,
Girl watch me dance.
Move your body next to mine,
To mine,
To mine,
To mine.
Watch me dance,
Girl watch me dance.
Move your body next to mine,
To mine,
To mine,
To mine.
This damn feeling is a feeling I feel deep within my bones,
In my bones,
This damn feeling is a feeling I would like to hold,
To hold.
We don't got to be sleazy,
Oh you easily recognized.
We ain't got control,
We ain't got control,
We ain't got control.
Watch me dance,
Girl watch me dance.
Move your body next to mine,
To mine,
To mine,
To mine.
Watch me dance,
Girl watch me dance.
Move your body next to mine,
To mine,
To mine,
To mine.
Watch me dance,
Move it next to mine.
Oh to mine.
Now watch me dance,
Watch me dance.
Your type of chemistry,
Hypnotising me.
Hey I said next to mine,
I got to let you know.
Move it next to mine.
Watch, Watch me dance.

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Cut yer boy TODDLA T open and you’ll be vapourised by the pure Sheffield, England electronics crackling inside him. The Steel City ‘Bleep’ bubbles right through the blood, brains and musical meat of this dirty rascal’s DJ stints, rerubs and original night-time material. Weaned on the teat of bashment from a young age, Mr T rolled through his early years on his hands and knees with ears glued to the speakers of his folks’ hi fi. Making beats, bass, blunts and girls filled his adolescence until he was crowned as inhouse studio boff at Sheffield’s Kenwood Studios at the grand old age of 19.

Read more about Toddla T on Last.fm.


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