Rounds lyrics

[Verse 1]
I don't understand it ('Stand it)
Know I cause a lot of damage, yeah
Fall in love, I never planned it, ooh oh
But I really try to manage, ooh yeah
Why you treat me like a bandit? (Bandit)
If you want it, I'ma hand it, ooh yeah
But you really couldn't stand it, ooh go

[Chorus]
Will I find true love? Yeah
Well now you dealin' with a thug
A n*gga always had it rough
Don't know who to trust (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
A n*gga got it out the mud, uh
Can't leave the spot without my slugs, you know that's a must
My ass movin' cray, yeah

[Verse 2]
I've been runnin' up, I put ten on the truck
I pull up, they like damn who he was, yeah
That b*tch thick as f*ck, but she see I got bucks
Get to f*ckin', I tell her what's up, yeah
Spent tеn on my b*tch just because, yeah
Spеnd ten just to get out the clubs, yeah
I'm doin' it up and I'm doin' too much (Ayy)
But I feel like I ain't got enough, yeah
[Bridge]
Roundin', yeah
Roundin', yeah
(We've been goin' round and round and round)
I ain't f*ckin' with these n*ggas, I ain't f*ckin' with these b*tches
Should've, would've, could've did it
You ain't really with it

[Verse 3]
Shawty never really had a rich n*gga
She be f*ckin' with the type that sellin' out the zip n*gga, yeah
Baby, not to mention, I'm a sick n*gga
Got a problem, sip it, but that sh*t make me a lit n*gga, yeah
I'ma hit you back when I get with you, yeah
Don't know how to act 'til the di*k hit her, yeah
All these b*tches really want is di*k n*gga, yeah
All these b*tches really want is di*k n*gga, yeah, yeah
Pull up on a Friday, I'ma hit it sideways
Tell me how you wanna go, I'ma do it my way
We can do it fast and slow, hit it at a high rate
Take it down like Dominoes, give that pus*y migraines
Let me put a leg up when I sped up
Shawty kept on getting wetter, but she fed up
Baby, we can do whatever, I do it better
I just hope you keep your head up, head up
[Pre-Chorus]
Roundin', yeah
Roundin', yeah
(We've been goin' round and round and round)
We've been f*ckin' for a minute
Girl, you know that you the sickest
Once she suckin', she be spittin'
Yeah, she really with it

[Chorus]
Will I find true love? Yeah
Well now you dealin' with a thug
A n*gga always had it rough
Don't know who to trust (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
A n*gga got it out the mud, uh
Can't leave the spot without my slugs, you know that's a must
My ass movin' cray, yeah

[Outro]
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