"Round & Round" lyrics

Yeah man. Real Talk. New York
Yeah man. Street fida-dida-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
For me it's "Slow Motion" like Juvenile
'Til I pass through ya areas
The SLR, class looking 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 (yeah)
Catch me in a Diamond chain or the thick Cuban
In the piece looking something like Rick Rubin
Put a grin on ya face, a spin in ya waist
The world look like it's spinning in space

Whoa, whoa, slow down mami
Uh uh, ya better 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 niggas 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 rock it with a lean
Know they can't knock it when ya clean
Girls want me on their 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 throwing up who I rep
Street fida-dida-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 killer
Put slugs in banana clips that'll slow down gorillas, girl
Move like you in a Hula Hoop
Then blow me like you tryna cool ya soup, I'm hot
Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, slow down mami
Uh uh, ya better 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 looking for a 10-cent wifey
Cool as a 10-cent icy
That'll fit in vince nicely
Let 'em get close
Tell 'em play Demi
I'mma get Swayze, you can get Ghost
With F-A-Beezy, F-A-Sheezy
To the press suite at the F-O-Ceezy
I'm looking at you (Yeah, man)
You looking at me (Yeah, man)
Slow down ma, ya speeding again
We can put the top down, blow weed in the wind
But for now, let yo hips go to this
Better 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 the Bathing Apes (Coño)
Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, slow down mami
Uh uh, ya better 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!)