[Intro]
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Yeah man, Real Talk New York
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Yeah man, Street F-F-F-Fitted, Damn
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Yeah man
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[Chorus]
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Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
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Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
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Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
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Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
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[Verse 1]
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And they say what comes around goes around
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So the cristal rolls ya down til it slows ya down
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I got a smoother style
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Fo me it's +Slow Motion+ like Juvenile
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'Til I pass through ya areas
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The SLR, class lookin' serious, they has to be curious
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You never seen one of the nastiest lyricist
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Speed through like he in the +Fast and the Furious+
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Like Pharrell, we stand on bars
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Girls on us like a fan on stars
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500 Grand on cars, you'll see a man on Mars
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Before a nigga lay a hand on ours
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Catch me in a Diamond chain and a thick cuban
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In the piece lookin' somethin' like Rick Rubin
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Put a grin on ya face, then spin in ya waist
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The world look like it's spinnin' in space
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[Chorus w/ ad libs: Fabolous {Girl}]
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Whoa, whoa, slow down mami
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{Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy}
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{I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on}
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{and it goes}
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Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
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{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)
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Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
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{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)
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[Fabolous]
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What comes around goes back around again
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And niggaz gon' act up now again
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And What goes up must come down
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And I'll be here like What's Up now?
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[Verse 2]
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I do the yankee rockin' wit a lean
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Know ya can't knock it when ya clean
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Girls want me on they ass like back pockets on the jeans
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I just try to plug into the socket in between
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Then watch me do my step
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At the same time throwin' up who I rep
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Street F-F-F-F-Fitted damn
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No other way to put it to ya ma'am
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But the look'll say D-D-D-D-Damn
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I can throw down like a killa
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Put slugs and banana clips that'll slow down gorillas, Girl
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Move like you in a Hula Hoop
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Then blow me like you tryin' to cool ya soup, I'm Hot
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(WHOA!) (WHOA!)
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[Chorus w/ ad libs: Fabolous {Girl}]
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Whoa, whoa, slow down mami
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{Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy}
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{I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on}
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{and it goes}
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Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
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{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)
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Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
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{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)
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[Verse 3]
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I'm lookin' for a 10 cent wifey
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Cool as a 10 cent icey
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That'll fit in vince nicely
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Let 'em get close
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Tell 'em play dimmy
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Imma get swazy, you can get ghost
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Well, F-A-Beezy, F-A-Sheezy
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To the press suite at the F-O-Ceezy
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I'm lookin' at you (Yeah, man)
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You lookin' at me (Yeah, man)
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Slow down ma, ya speedin' again
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You can put the top down and blow weed in the wind
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But fo now, let yo hips go to this
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Betta yet, let ya lips blow a kiss
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When I dip low and flip, show the wrist
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It looks like a froze hypno and cris
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(WHOA!) (WHOA!)
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And I'm in amazing shape
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With the DR flag on a bathe of apes
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(WHOA!) (WHOA!)
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[Chorus w/ ad libs: Fabolous {Girl}]
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Whoa, whoa, slow down mami
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{Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy}
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{I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on}
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{and it goes}
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Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
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{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)
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Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
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{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)
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Round & Round
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| Fabolous |
