Rounds

Rounds - John Legend (約翰·傳奇)/Rick Ross

Lyrics by：Rogét Chahayed/Andrew DeRoberts/Drew Love/John Stephens/Daniel Klein/Matthew Campfield/William Leonard Roberts II/Tommy Tiki Torch

Composed by：Rogét Chahayed/Andrew DeRoberts/Drew Love/John Stephens/Daniel Klein/Matthew Campfield/William Leonard Roberts II/Tommy Tiki Torch

Cotton candy fingertips

Print my lips

I'ma slip inside those hips

Ease your grip yeah

Been waitin' where have you been hidin'

I'm 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 I'm gon' put it down oh oh

Sugar sweat on your skin

Taste your spice on my tongue

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 s*x 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

I'm 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 s*x first time with a mob boss

Pull up in a Rolls Royce new chariot

Heavenly angles John Legend's 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 I'm gon' put it down oh oh

Ayy ooh ah yeah

Baby I I I owe you rounds

Ooh I I I'm gon' put it down baby

Baby I owe you rounds

You know I'm gon' put it down oh oh

Cotton candy fingertips

Print my lips

I'ma slip inside those hips

Ease your grip yeah