Letra de Rounds - John Legend

(Feat. ["Rick Ross"])

Cotton candy fingertips

Print my lips (Print my lips)

I'ma slip inside those hips (Hips)

Ease your grip (Ease your grip)

Yeah, yeah

Been waitin' while you've been hidin'

I'm fiendin' like I'd 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

Fireplace, 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 never met? You'd be still in debt

Because we know the world lives, now the scene is set

Always chauffeurs, 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 with a head full of dark thoughts (Huh)

Soft sex, 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 want is the same you (Maybach Music)

Baby, I owe you rounds

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

Ayy, ooh, ah, yeah

Baby, I-I-I, I-I-I owe you rounds

Ooh, 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

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