Rounds

Anything up in the store, you see it, you know you can get it He talkin' all that shit, my nigga bustin' at your fitted They hit my jack, I was blowin' your back, told 'em I'm in a meeting She turn around and eat the dick up like this bitch, bulimic We gon' duet, girl, but whole time we won't be doin' no singin I can tell you how it's finna go just like I'm fortune reading Make it go round and round, f*ck you from the back, shorty, I'ma give you rounds When I f*ck you, baby, hand over your mouth It's time to take that pussy out that drought, going round and round We doin' rounds, we doin' round and round We doin' rounds, we goin' round and round I fucked up so many times, could you bless me again You still got love for me, but you label me as a friend I ain't got it all together, but I'm focused to win Always try to move so perfect, but we was born to sin I be in my head, I get to second guessing me Thoughts of you leavin', got me takin' drugs it's stressin' me Try not to rush it, my emotions get the best of me But that's like the only thing, cause can't no nigga step to me Mighty come through and he got a Mac-10 Big boy guns, bitch I gotta FN I'ma get a nigga gone, I don't never wanna see him Cock back, bloom blow, that's the sound of the heater If I can't take her home, I don't never wanna meet her Tryna f*ck her lil' friend, but I drive a two seater Shawty knowing' that I'm hot, why I keep a wife beater Make it go round and round F*ck you, from the back, shorty, I'ma give you rounds When I f*ck you, baby, hand over your mouth It's time to take that pussy out that drought, going round and round We goin' rounds, we goin' round and round We goin' round, we goin' round and round Goin' to pick the money up, I call that shit a cakewalk I be workin' round the clock, my nigga don't do break talk Them niggas really lame and they ain't got no cool points Fuckin' on my old bitch, but ain't badder than my new joint 'ddicted to the weed, pass me the reefer You know I'm dedicated to the paper Finna go get me a brand new foreign So I can just take off right there on a hater Young D Slay, I be dripping high fashion I went to school, I used to wanna just dip Cause I pulled up, rocking them Steve Maddens They had me thinkin' I wouldn't be shit Them niggas made me go turn up my savage And it's a shame, they tried to hate on a nigga For tryna go after my passion I dropped that heat, now they all comin' around And I'm callin' the shots, like John Madden And she let me beat, I used to f*ck on the groupies But now you niggas, you can have it Make it go round and round F*ck you from the back shorty, I'ma give you rounds When I f*ck you, baby, hand over your mouth It's time to take that pussy out that drought Goin' round and round We goin' round We goin' round and round We doin' rounds We goin' round and round We goin' round and round