Fabolous Lyrics

Fabolous Lyrics

"Round & Round Lyrics"

The Fish (Schindleria Praematurus) Lyrics
(Chris Squire) Schindleria praematurus Schindleria praematurus Schindleria praematurus Schindleria praematurus

[Intro]
Yeah man, Real Talk New York
Yeah man, Street F-F-F-Fitted, Damn
Yeah man

[Chorus]
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!)

[Verse 1]
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
Catch me in a Diamond chain and a thick cuban
In the piece lookin' s
Falling In Lyrics
I Realize This Is One Man's Sin But I Can't Deny That You're Pulling Me In. You Found A Way To Get Inside My Head. And, Yes, I'm Gonna Know Better Than To Sleep With You But At The Same Time I Got This Need To Feel You. Let Me Put My Hands All Over You. I Feel I'm Falling In. And If I Threw You Off I Didn't Intent To. I'm Just Wondering Do You Feel Me, Too. And You've No Idea What I'd Do To You. Do You ? Do You?
omethin' like Rick Rubin
Put a grin on ya face, then spin in ya waist
The world look like it's spinnin' in space

[Chorus w/ ad libs: Fabolous {Girl}]
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} (WHOA!)

[Fabolous]
What comes around goes back around again
And niggaz gon' act up now again
And What goes up must come down
And I'll be here like What's Up now?

[Verse 2]
I do the yankee rockin' wit 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 ste
In Between Days Lyrics
yesterday I got so old I felt like I could die yesterday I got so old it made me want to cry so go on just walk away go on, go on your choice is made go on, go on disapear go on, go on away from here and I know it wrong when I said it was true that it couldn't be me and be her In between Without you Without you Yesterday I got so scared I shivered like a child <

At the same time throwin' up who I rep
Street F-F-F-F-Fitted 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 and banana clips that'll slow down gorillas, Girl
Move like you in a Hula Hoop
Then blow me like you tryin' to cool ya soup, I'm Hot
(WHOA!) (WHOA!)

[Chorus w/ ad libs: Fabolous {Girl}]
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} (WHOA!)

[Verse 3]
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
Imma be Swayze
A Violent God Lyrics
Behold a white horse And he who set upon him Was called faithful and true And in righteousness he doth judge and make war His eyes were as a flame of fire And on his head were many crawns And he had a name written That no man knew but he himself And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood And the armies followed him upon white horses Clothed in fine linen, white and clean And out of this mouth goeth a shar
, you can get Ghost
Well, F-A-Beezy, F-A-Sheezy
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
You can put the top down and blow weed in the wind
But fo 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 a bathe of apes
(WHOA!) (WHOA!)

[Chorus w/ ad libs: Fabolous {Girl}]
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} (WHOA!)