One More Round
What you need, I could get it express
She wanna pop out with the team
She in love with the best
Got a S on my chest
Before you ask for a verse
You could get diamonds for less
Told her breathe, baby touch your toes
We in the league and we comfortable
We gon run it to a B, couple months to blow
It ain't much to breathe, it ain't much to flow
Got one rule gotta love me down
Learn from Miyagi she rub me now
If she do it sloppy she get paid out
Go double back on the ratings now
We gon smoke till there's Jamaican clouds
Pennies no pinching it make her proud
Charge up the engine don't make a sound
Turn up let's get up, one more round
Polished my stance I'm at war with my feet
I'm rocking gator in Florida heat
Smoke to wake up I'm at war with my weed
I know it's a layup cause she bordering me
I know I'm feeling cold but ignoring the fleece
I be grouping my hoes I'm just ordering peace
Stacking my paper to heights you can't reach
I be tailoring shit like I got a boutique
Ive been on record securing the sound
Festival, boats, off allurements from couch
Running it up, my permanent route
Only been showing for certain amounts
All in her ugh
All in her mouth
One way flights
One way towns
One more night
One more round
Got one rule gotta love me down
Learn from Miyagi she rub me now
If she do it sloppy she get paid out
Go double back on the ratings now
We gon smoke till there's Jamaican clouds
Pennies no pinching it make her proud
Charge up the engine don't make a sound
Turn up let's get up, one more round
Said I got like 5 exes
And they all in my head
But they thick like some trucks
Wake up to her for breakfast
She hold onto my necklace whenever we fuck
Make a minimal payment
Being late give me headaches
I smoke to wake up
If it's fate why you pressing
You too busy stressing just count the shit up
Got one rule gotta love me down
Learn from Miyagi she rub me now
If she do it sloppy she get paid out
Go double back on the ratings now
We gon smoke till there's Jamaican clouds
Pennies no pinching it make her proud
Charge up the engine don't make a sound
Turn up let's get up, one more round
She wanna pop out with the team
She in love with the best
Got a S on my chest
Before you ask for a verse
You could get diamonds for less
Told her breathe, baby touch your toes
We in the league and we comfortable
We gon run it to a B, couple months to blow
It ain't much to breathe, it ain't much to flow
Got one rule gotta love me down
Learn from Miyagi she rub me now
If she do it sloppy she get paid out
Go double back on the ratings now
We gon smoke till there's Jamaican clouds
Pennies no pinching it make her proud
Charge up the engine don't make a sound
Turn up let's get up, one more round
Polished my stance I'm at war with my feet
I'm rocking gator in Florida heat
Smoke to wake up I'm at war with my weed
I know it's a layup cause she bordering me
I know I'm feeling cold but ignoring the fleece
I be grouping my hoes I'm just ordering peace
Stacking my paper to heights you can't reach
I be tailoring shit like I got a boutique
Ive been on record securing the sound
Festival, boats, off allurements from couch
Running it up, my permanent route
Only been showing for certain amounts
All in her ugh
All in her mouth
One way flights
One way towns
One more night
One more round
Got one rule gotta love me down
Learn from Miyagi she rub me now
If she do it sloppy she get paid out
Go double back on the ratings now
We gon smoke till there's Jamaican clouds
Pennies no pinching it make her proud
Charge up the engine don't make a sound
Turn up let's get up, one more round
Said I got like 5 exes
And they all in my head
But they thick like some trucks
Wake up to her for breakfast
She hold onto my necklace whenever we fuck
Make a minimal payment
Being late give me headaches
I smoke to wake up
If it's fate why you pressing
You too busy stressing just count the shit up
Got one rule gotta love me down
Learn from Miyagi she rub me now
If she do it sloppy she get paid out
Go double back on the ratings now
We gon smoke till there's Jamaican clouds
Pennies no pinching it make her proud
Charge up the engine don't make a sound
Turn up let's get up, one more round
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Writer(s): Isaiah Russell
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