"Rounds" lyrics

"Rounds"

I don't understand it
Know I cause a lot of damage, yeah
Fall in love, I never planned it, oh
But I really try to manage, yeah
Why you drippin' like a bandit?
If you want it, I'ma hand it, yeah
But you really couldn't stand it, go

Will I find true love? Yeah
Well now you dealin' with a thug
A nigga always actin' rough
Don't know who do drugs (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
A nigga got it out the mud, uh
Can't leave the spot without my slugs, you know that's a must
My eyes move [?], yeah

I've been runnin' up, I put ten on the truck
I pull up, like damn who he was, yeah
That bitch thick as fuck, but she see I got bucks
Get to fuckin', then I tell her what's up, yeah
Spent ten on my bitch just because, yeah
Spend ten just to get out the club, yeah
I'm doin' it up and I'm doin' too much (Ayy), but I feel like I ain't got enough, yeah

Roundin', yeah
(We've been goin' round and round and round)
I ain't fuckin' with these niggas, I ain't fuckin' with these bitches
Should've, would've, could've did it
You ain't really with it

Shawty never really had a rich nigga
She be fuckin' with the type that sellin' out the zip nigga, yeah
Baby, not to mention, I'm a sick nigga
Got a problem, sip it, but that shit make me a lit nigga, yeah
I'ma hit you back when I get with ya, yeah
Don't know how to act to the thick hitter, yeah
All these bitches really want a stick nigga, yeah
All these bitches really want the dick nigga, yeah, yeah
Pull up on a Friday, I'ma hit it sideways
Tell me how you wanna go, I'ma do it my way
We can do it fast and slow, hit it at a high rate
Take it down like dominoes, give that pussy migraines
Let me put a leg up when I sped up
Shawty kept on getting wetter, but she fed up
Baby, we can do whatever, I do it better
I just love you, keep your head up, head up

Roundin', yeah
Roundin', yeah
(We've been goin' round and round and round)
We've been fuckin' for a minute
Girl, you know that you the sickest
Once she suckin', she be spittin'
Yeah, she really with it

Will I find true love? Yeah
Well now you dealin' with a thug
A nigga always actin' rough
Don't know who do drugs (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
A nigga got it out the mud, uh
Can't leave the spot without my slugs, you know that's a must
My eyes move [?], yeah

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah


Writer(s): Spencer Harris, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
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