ROUND 2 lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, Rocaine)

[Chorus: Baby Smoove]
She like, "Bae, I miss you," she like, "Bae, I miss you"
She said one time ain't make her nut, she beggin' me for round two
I swear you make me feel so lucky, you don't know how I found you
I need your smell, taste, and touch, I love everything about you

[Verse 1: Baby Smoove]
Ah, say, baby, you the one, you feel so good, it's like I need you
I wish you had a twin, it was so good, I think I need two
I ain't kick it with my other hoes, I ain't feel like I need to
Every day, I got my cup in hand, ain't none my pops be see-through
I need me some real love, I been beggin', can I get it?
I need me some real love, I'm having withdrawals 'causе I can't feel it
Turn me up, don't turn me down, you got my back, the sky's thе limit
I hand paint the diamonds on you, want you shinin' like your n*gga
She pull out foreign, you know Chanel all on her purse, my hoes be trippin'
She got a b*tch and I bossed her up, it turn me on she gon' get it
Let's crack this pint, I think like last limit, look how much damage I done did
I grab her hair and chock her up every time I'm deep off in her ribs
Mud on my cup, I might be nothin'
She screamin' every time we f*ckin'
She get so loud when she be c*mmin'
She feel just right, I'm in her stomach
Yeah, my lil' b*tch so bad, I won't caress her, I just rub it
Yeah, my lil' b*tch so bad, we makin' love, we don't be f*ckin'
[Chorus: Baby Smoove]
She like, "Bae, I miss you," she like, "Bae, I miss you"
She said one time ain't enough, she wanna go for round two
I swear you make me feel so lucky, you don't know how I found you
I need your smell, taste, and touch, I love everything about you

[Verse 2: Baby Smoove]
I swear I know your type is rare, I think about you be so special
Ho, I like you in your robe, fresh out the shower, can we wrestle?
All my b*tches make me feel good, you make me feel the best though
Chasin' millions, but you on my mind, you got me in a chokehold
Kick a b*tch right to the curb, back to the streets, I can't take no ho
I smoke exotic, but I can't tell you who it is, I bet they mans know
I went flawless on this watch and chain, could've bought me another Lambo'
He a fiend, he gon' get high on his supply, he ain't make no pros

[Outro: Baby Smoove]
f*ck you talkin' 'bout? Yeah
He a fiend, he gon' get, yeah, yeah (She like, "Bae, I miss you," she like, "Bae, I miss you")
She like, "Bae, I miss you," come get your issue (Forever)
For life