Round & Round

Yeah man, real talk New York

Yeah man, street fitted, damn

Yeah man

Round and round and round and round, whow

Round and round and round and round, whow

Round and round and round and round, whow

Round and round and round and round, whow

And they say what comes around goes around

So a cristal rolls ya down til it slows ya down, whow

I got a smoother style for me it's slow motion like Juvenile

Till 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

Five hundred 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 you face, then spin in you waist

The world look like it's spinnin' in space

Whow, whow, slow down mami

Uh uh, you betta keep up daddy

I show you how to get ya roll on

All ya gotta do is hold on, and it goes

Round and round and round and round, whow

Round and round and round and round, whow

Round and round and round and round, whow

Round and round and round and round, whow

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 you 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 fit-t-t-ed damn, no other way to put it to you ma'am

But the look'll say 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

Whow, whow, slow down mami

Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy

I show you how to get you roll on

All you gotta do is hold on, and it goes

Round and round and round and round, whow

Round and round and round and round, whow

Round and round and round and round, whow

Round and round and round and round, whow

I'm lookin' for a ten cent wifey cool as a ten 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 for now, let yo hips go to this

Betta yet, let your lips blow a kiss

When I dip low and flip, show the wrist

It looks like a froze hypno and Cris

And I'm in amazin' shape with the D R flag on a bathe of apes

Whow, whow, slow down mami

Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy

I show you how to get your roll on

All ya gotta do is hold on, and it goes

Round and round and round and round, whow

Round and round and round and round, whow

Round and round and round and round, whow

Round and round and round and round, whow