Run it Back

Heyy ya, whats good
Mean no disrespect imma say whats true
Saw the way you dance and i like the way you move
And i know you with your friends i don't mean to be rude buh, look
It takes 2 to Tango
So can you hold ma hand, understand you the main goal
Been staring at you kinda loving this angle
My Angel, shit i want you to we get Halo's

Hol'up, Run this shit back
Tell the Dj he gotta run this shit back
Girl we just met, on the Floor with this track
If i dont keep track, might not see her again
Jus Hol'up, Run this shit back
Tell the Dj he gotta run this'shit back
Know it too fast, might be getting attached
Only got 1 chance might not see her again

Way you move your waist
Slow and steady, yeah i like the pace
Concentrated buh your pretty face
Remain unfazed, guess it's safe to say
That you got it, yeah you got it (Hmm)
This is something that you prolly do
On a usual, maybe dance crew
Either way Girl, take me back to school
And teach me, so our bodies touch (Bodies touch)
Saw your smile, yeah you kinda blushed (Kinda blushed)
She buss it down, and i pick it up
You can slow it down, aint no need to rush
I think i might be getting lucky here
Coz she hold ma hand, en she pull me near
Whisper something there, buh say it pretty clear
Like an Elf i am all Ears

Hol'up, Run this shit back
Tell the Dj he gotta run this shit back
Girl we just met, on the Floor with this track
If i dont keep track,might not see her again
Jus Hol'up, Run this shit back
Tell the Dj he gotta run this' shit back
Know it too fast might be getting attached
Only got 1 chance might not see her again

Ok i think i got it,
The boos r from the beaus jealous that you are the hottest
The dudes at the corner acting up coz they all want it
To be honest, i dont mind it
Im just Rockin' with yo Body
You the reason they be Wildin
Yeah the life of the party
Soo lets get it started imma start it
Got the whole club, Turnin' Up and the base keep pumpin
Dive all up in ma jeans just stay out of ma Pockets
Ma eyes on you, your hands on me (Like)
Gimme your Number, tell me what you drink
Like an accountant, I'll make your legs Spread in em Sheets
If you down let The Boy know what your plans for the week
She Laugh and she stare (While she) pullin her hair(see its)
Love in the air, i breathe it all in
Ma Fear is the dance is the lady that we'll share
So fo' this song get to the End... (Yeah)

Hol'up, Run this shit back
Tell the Dj he gotta run this shit back
Coz Girl we just met, on the Floor with this track
If i dont keep track, might not see her again
Jus Hol'up, Run this shit back
Tell the Dj he gotta run this'shit back
Know it too fast, might be getting attached
Only got 1 chance, might not see her again

Run this shit back
Run this shit back



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Writer(s): Dumisile Sibanda
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