Lyrics:
What do you know?
Same as I know
How do you feel?
Same as I feel
Same old talk is going round and round
All the smiles are turning into frowns
We get it all year round yeah
We get it all year round
(Imma pull up with the gang then these bitches pull up you know what I'm saying
Imma pull up
and round and round
Come and sit by the lonesome potter's grave
Come and pull the weeds
Come and write your name
Sitting here the sirens seem so far
Keep your business bout me only keep your business round me
Pull up big body prolly catch a big body
Locked Down on the range touch down madden games
Shawty loving me she wan get a taste
Yeah I don't fuck around
I keep a hunnid round I pull up on you put you in ya place
I got the gang wit me know they
nice and slow
Round and round
I know you see
Now watch the way I do it
Nice and tight
Left and right
Know she ain't a pro like me
'Cause she
nice and slow
Round and round
I know you see
Now watch the way I do it
Nice and tight
Left and right
Know she ain't a pro like me
'Cause she
feel today
Feel tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack up my trunk and make my getaway
Saint Louis woman with her diamond rings
Pulls that man 'round
Pulls us round and to and fro
Onus Fate and Undo Odium
Armor, anchor, lead and stone
By the telling let them become
Will they all be feathers?
round I pull up in the Maserati
Yuh yea I’m flying in the cock pit huh
Shawty wanna get up on my dick
Yea she gone rock it huh
If you want it now
hard
But you break apart
Gotta burn all the memories down
'Cause the wheels gotta turn, round and round
Your pain pulls ya down again
Doesn't matter
oh my gawd
Oh my gawd, oh my gawd
I been runnin circles round this bitch (round this bitch)
Pull up to the party lets get lit (lets get lit)
Shawty
feel today
Feel tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack up my trunk and make my getaway
Saint Louis woman with her diamond rings
Pulls that man 'round
from the South of France
I'mma count this million, pull up on me 'round ten
Ay
Tell your friend she invited (invited)
And I know she gon' like it
to show
You that I ain't no lame
I still got the key to the garage, see
Ain't a damn thing change
Pull up ‘round 3, take your panties off
Bring that Kit-Kat
the mothfuccing family
Pull up pull up
And then cuthroat take off yo Fuccin patek
Pull up
6 rounds shut em down break em down
Watch em drown take the crown head
pull me in and spin me round cause Girl I want the good with all the bad
Come wreck this heart the best you can Let's see how much a man can take
I want
eating forgetting the bones
I be charger like power bank
When I pull up with seven rounds
1 week at a spot
She no get job so she blowjob me
I love to trap
Supermodels think I'm handsome
You might think I'm too aggressive
But really I think I'm too passive
'Til I pull out the chopper, start blastin'
1500, all
gold clear crystals sapphire
Land of God's Himalayan we higher
Nights of darkness with milky fires
Meteor shower in round shire
Yeah!
Pull up on that
shout
Come along, sing along
Let the music pull you out
Gather round, to the sound
That will keep you gettin' down
Lose your blues and your dues
Bad
I just need to know
Pull up round 4 we gon
We gon hit the store
She wanna be my baby
Ima pop this pill
Get lazy
All these bitches tryna chase me
Yet
and round and round
Come and sit by the lonesome potter's grave
Come and pull the weeds
Come and write your name
Sitting here the sirens seem so far away
you frown
Choppa gonna put you down
Cuban ring necklace it’s round
Pull up on your fucking block
We swerving down
Pull up on your fucking block
You gon
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