Move Your Feet Now chords by Southern Intellect

SimplifiedGm · F# · F#m · D

GuitarPianoUkulele

Verse 1
Gm 
What's up my South Asian Basie people?
It's Mohan Bakshi here.
I'm sending this request out
to my favorite Indian girl, Jhanvi.
Give me the chance to
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make things right. Right.
Gm 
Bounce, drop, bounce, drop.
Milkshake, milkshake.
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Go, ride, go, ride.
Gm 
When you see Jhanvi,
come reach out.
Bounce, drop it like it's hot.
Quirky, worky, whatever.
Berserk is what you gotta play.
Stop, baby, girl.
Before you make me
wanna spend my night.
Hey, later, girl.
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You may be one to take it to the spot,
Gm 
but we can bump and grind
Spend some private time
or wait all night,
spend it for two, that'd be fine
You say you got a man,
that's cool, I don't mind
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Gm 
What goes on behind closed doors,
we'll keep blind
Now give me some more,
let your elbows touch your toes
We can make it happen
while I'm stacking your dough
She's up on the 5 -pro,
G -string, no clothes
No ring, got flow,
watch me pull up with no rose
I manage money for hunnies
and keep them well -fed
Sleeping in they bed, getting in they head
Keg stand for breakfast
while I'm gripping on her legs
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Making a milkshake
while she's dripping on my head
Gm 
Bounce, drop, bounce, drop
Milkshake, milkshake
Don't cry, don't cry
Let me see your New York bitch now
Bounce, drop, bounce, drop
Milkshake, milkshake
Don't cry, don't cry
Let me see your New York bitch now
Stand up and move and get carried away
By that southern in the lag
and dash your troubles away
Cause after this one late,
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I'll be driving your Grace's ass
Don't hold back tonight,
Gm 
or you'll be havin' my playback
Just say the word, momma,
cause I ain't got too much time
Sun is comin' up, I catch a flight at nine
I got crazy finger fever,
ain't no need to panic
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Have it, I'm so dramatic,
Gm 
young Hispanic with bad habits
All -stars, converse, keggas and bandanas
Low -lows, hydro, switches and Santana
From A -town to L .A. and
why the hot Atlanta?
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She likin' the feel of my wooden burrito
Gm 
Leave a stain in the brain,
goin' out for the kill, man
Six months later, six -inch heels, man
She poppin' with the playmates,
baby, payin' my bills, man
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Lil' Lil' does it all,
Gm 
what's the deal, mate?
Bounce, drop, bounce, drop
Milkshake, milkshake
Born, grind, born, grind
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Gm 
Let me see your noodle,
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yo, speak now
Gm 
Bounce, drop, bounce, drop
Milkshake, milkshake
Born, grind, born, grind
Let me see your noodle, yo, speak now
Start off with some boppin'
and droppin'
And Nukes and Hooker boots got
her more than just watchin'
Now she's whoppin'
and toppin'
Somebody please call the cops in
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Cause they gon' wanna
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see what I'm watchin'
Gm 
She hockin', how could I refuse
the way she movin'?
She fine, and I don't mind
her abusin' all my time
And yeah I know, I must be losin' my mind
But I got dough,
I don't mind trickin' a dime
It's like dough,
I'm Van Damme stickin' those Pam
Pam flickin' those, call me loose
Bam Bam Bigelow, play you like Piccolo
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Now you get the game silly -o
Gm 
Gigolo chain look like a video
And my chick she know she slick
Tryna leave me lame,
and everyone they think you smart
But, chick, I know your brain's in
She said, buy me that, give me that,
her things in
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But bet that rings like, me back,
Gm 
when we start to hangin'
Bounce, drop, bounce, drop
Milkshake, milkshake
Go grind, go grind
D 
Gm 
Let me see your new young bitch now
Bounce, drop, bounce, drop
Milkshake, milkshake
Go grind, go grind
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Gm 
D 
Let me see your new young bitch now
Gm 
Bounce drop, bounce drop
Milkshake, milkshake
D 
Bonk ride, bonk ride
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Let me see your new
Gm 
young bitch now
Bounce drop, bounce drop
Milkshake, milkshake
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Gm 
Bonk ride, bonk ride
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F#m 
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Gm 
Let me see   your new young bitch
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now
Gm 
D 
Gm 
Gm 
Gm 
This