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V Factory Round Round

round and we keep going round and We keep going round and round We keep going round and round We keep going round and round Round and round and round

turn it round, turn it round I feel you Like i never felt no body Baby I'm sweatin' ya shorty So what i gotta do to turn ya round, turn ya round Pre

of doom At least that's what I feel when I'm Spygirl in my room My friends make fun of me for watching James Bond Strutting round my room like a bombshell

The mush in your room son, we stay portobello Can't settle for the same picket white fence I got dreams of barbed wire in front of factories pa Still push the truck with the factories

the butter soft nipples on the side of me So muthafucka, let me slow that flow down And bang an ol' mighty hammer like Joe Brown Dust off rounds, surround

old cotton mill Back when believin' was the style Small town heaven and a big-eyed boy Made sweet music for a while My daddy worked hard down at the factory

soft nipples on the side of me So muthafucka, let me slow that flow down And bang an ol' mighty hammer like Joe Brown Dust off rounds, surround sound,

Buck] D-Tay Man deez niggas talkin bout dey got dis and dat. Man im just- I feel dem man ... penny pinchin and shit. Niggaz workin wit somethin round

Buck] D-Tay Man deez niggas talkin bout dey got dis and dat. Man im just- I feel dem man ... penny pinchin and shit. Niggaz workin wit somethin round