Round & Round

Yeah man, Real Talk New York Yeah man, Street F-F-F-Fitted, Damn Yeah man Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) And they say what comes around goes around So the cristal rolls ya down til it slows ya down I got a smoother style Fo me it's +Slow Motion+ like Juvenile 'Til I pass through ya areas The SLR, class lookin' serious, they has to be curious You never seen one of the nastiest lyricist Speed through like he in the Fast and the Furious Like Pharrell, we stand on bars Girls on us like a fan on stars 500 Grand on cars, you'll see a man on Mars Before a nigga lay a hand on ours Catch me in a Diamond chain and a thick cuban In the piece lookin' somethin' like Rick Rubin Put a grin on ya face, then spin in ya waist The world look like it's spinnin' in space Whoa, whoa, slow down mami Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on and it goes Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) What comes around goes back around again And niggaz gon' act up now again And What goes up must come down And I'll be here like What's Up now? I do the yankee rockin' wit a lean Know ya can't knock it when ya clean Girls want me on they ass like back pockets on the jeans I just try to plug into the socket in between Then watch me do my step At the same time throwin' up who I rep Street F-F-F-F-Fitted damn No other way to put it to ya ma'am But the look'll say D-D-D-D-Damn I can throw down like a killa Put slugs and banana clips that'll slow down gorillas, Girl Move like you in a Hula Hoop Then blow me like you tryin' to cool ya soup, I'm Hot (WHOA!) (WHOA!) Whoa, whoa, slow down mami Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on and it goes Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) I'm lookin' for a 10 cent wifey Cool as a 10 cent icey That'll fit in vince nicely Let 'em get close Tell 'em play dimmy Imma get swazy, you can get ghost Well, F-A-Beezy, F-A-Sheezy To the press suite at the F-O-Ceezy I'm lookin' at you (Yeah, man) You lookin' at me (Yeah, man) Slow down ma, ya speedin' again You can put the top down and blow weed in the wind But fo now, let yo hips go to this Betta yet, let ya lips blow a kiss When I dip low and flip, show the wrist It looks like a froze hypno and cris (WHOA!) (WHOA!) And I'm in amazing shape With the DR flag on a bathe of apes (WHOA!) (WHOA!) Whoa, whoa, slow down mami Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on and it goes Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)