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Fabolous( John David Jackson )
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Round & Round
Lyricist:John David Jackson, Scott Spencer Storch
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
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
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