Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep On, artist - Dwele. Album song Some Kinda..., in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: Virgin Records America
Song language: English
Keep On |
| I, I’m stuck in love with you |
| I can’t bend these pimping rules |
| No more than I been flexing them |
| Buddy love, Spandexing 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 |
| 'Cause you might have me gone |
| My lady, if you keep on |
| (On, on, on, on) |
| Moving your hips right, my lover, keep on |
| Smacking your lips right, my lover, keep on |
| Calling me papi, my lover, keep on |
| Thinking 'bout me, my lover, keep on |
| Rocking Prada, my lover, keep on |
| Working it out ma, my lover, keep on |
| Doing your damn thing, my lover, keep on |
| Making me sing this song about you |
| 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, tipping 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 |
| Know what I 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 |
| Hitting the autobahn, got us shifting lanes |
| Swear to God, just keep doing your thing |
| Just |
| (My lover, keep on) |
| Keep on |
| 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 pimping change if you keep on |
| (On, on, on, on) |
| Moving your hips right, my lover, keep on |
| Smacking your lips right, my lover, keep on |
| Calling me papi, my lover, keep on |
| Thinking 'bout me, my lover, keep on |
| Rocking Prada, my lover, keep on |
| Working it out ma, my lover, keep on |
| Doing your damn thing, my lover, keep on |
| 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 leaving this game alone if you keep on |
| Moving your hips right, smacking your lips right |
| Calling me papi, thinking 'bout me |
| Rocking prada working it out, ma |
| Doing your damn thing making me sing this song about you |