Fabolous - Round & Round Lyrics

Yeah man, Real Talk New York
Yeah man, Street Fitted, 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

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

Catch me in a Diamond chain or a thick Cuban
In the piece looking something like Rick Rubin
Put a grin on ya face, then spin in ya waist
The world look like it's spinning in space

Whoa, whoa, slow down mami

Uh uh, ya betta 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

What comes around goes back around again
And niggas goin' 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 rocking with a lean
Know ya 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 throwing up who I rep
Street fitted damn
No other way to put it to ya ma'am
But they'll look and say Damn
I could throw down tequila
Put slugs and banana clips that'll slow down gorillas, girl
Move like you in a Hula Hoop
Then blow me like you trying to cool ya soup, I'm Hot

Whoa, whoa, slow down mami

Uh uh, ya betta 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

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 dimmy

I'm a be swazy, 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
You can put the top down and 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 a bathe of apes

Whoa, whoa, slow down mami

Uh uh, ya betta 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