Round & Round - Fabolous

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

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 (yeah)

Catch me in a Diamond chain or the thick cuban

In the piece lookin' somethin' like Rick Rubin

Put a grin on ya face, a spin in ya waist

The world look like it’s spinnin' in space

Whoa, whoa, slow down mami

Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)

(WHOA!)

Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)

(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 wit a lean

Know they 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 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 killa

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

Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)

(WHOA!)

Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)

(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 Demi

I’mma get Swayze, you can get Ghost

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

We can put the top down, blow weed in the wind

But for 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 the Bathing Apes (Coño)

(WHOA!) (WHOA!)

Whoa, whoa, slow down mami

Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)

(WHOA!)

Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)

(WHOA!)