Round & Round (Memphis) Robb Bank$

[Intro]

[Hook: Robb Bank$]
Round and round we go
I said round and round we go shit
No more hiding, let a nigga see it for a catalog
V Thong
Show a nigga the secret
Let a nigga fuck
Let a nigga fuck
Let a nigga, let a nigga fuck
Let a nigga fuck
Let a nigga, let a nigga fuck
Let a nigga fuck
Let a nigga fuck
Let a nigga fuck
Let a nigga fuck

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
I made your main bitch suck my dick on this xan
Her tight pants boyfriend struggling with his emotions
But I bring 'em back like old fashion
But guess I'm still an MCM on this pussy
In the form of conversation
Common sense come into play
We texting niggas, hate pleading
You making conversation
2 phone, 2 phone, they going off but I can't stop
She spit on the head like she standing on the roof top
Sucking like she tryna get to tailed beast out a nigga
Spit on one of these pussies then charge that ass a feature
Bad bitch, look like the sister off the Wonder Twins
I gave her my fist can't, even get half of a ring yet
No symp
She take the form of liquid and I mix her ass in with the drank
Before I paint
I see you drippin’ wet
Tanning at the juicy skin
Fanning yourself like Temari
Temari conjure up Mystique
Similarities mean the same thing to me
My Memoirs of a Geisha turned into hentai scene
Heard you acting like a new person each week
Wish I kept moaning when I was with you
Cyclops thought Mystique to be Jean, X-Men
Come back, and they shape shift
All the time wasted
Tryna' fight off the Xan to stay up with ya' texting
But I know when she reach home base
You back to your normal self
Blue in the face
But she gotta stay in character
Nah I ain’t gon' get out of my element
Stay grounded earth bent then again