- John Legend Rounds 歌詞
- Rick Ross John Legend
- Cotton candy fingertips
Print my lips (Print my lips)
Ima slip inside those hips
Ease your grip, yeah (Ease your grip)
Been waitin, where have you been hidin?
Im feelin like I never had it
But now I got you wrapped around me
Go at it like a savage
Baby, I owe you rounds
You know Im gon put it down, oh, oh (Im gon put it down)
Sugar sweat on your skin
Taste your spice on my tongue
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Pickin rose pedals in Anisa, France (Uh)
Pink peacocks roamin at the mansion
Makin love with the cherry on top
Five place, ice cubes and the Scotch (Uh)
Great sex, can I take you to your apex? (Yes)
Mornin slow strokes, got you runnin late (Yes, haha)
What if we have em? You can still in debt
Because we know the world is not a single set
Oh, show first, new trench coats
How I got her wet on a big boat?
I get it ten bags at a time (At a time)
Im the richest and I did it off of rhyme (Woo)
No longer affiliated with these rap squads
One of one amongst rap gods
White gloves, oh, they hittin full of gunk farts (Huh)
Soft sex, first time with a mob boss
Pull up in a Rolls Royce, new chariot
Heavenly angles, John Legends an angel
This the moment, since we all needed the clarity
They wanna change you, all they do is contain you
Baby, I owe you rounds
You know Im gon put it down, oh, oh (Im gon put it down)
Ayy, ooh, ah, yeah
Baby, I-I-I owe you rounds
Ooh, I-I-Im gon put it down, baby
Baby, I owe you rounds
You know Im gon put it down, oh, oh (Im gon put it down)
Cotton candy fingertips
Print my lips
Ima slip inside those hips
Ease your grip
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