Rr Coor J — Roungin' (Who Do You Rove Remix) ryrics
[RR Coor J]
How you doin miss? My name is R I'm from Queens
I heard about your man he rike to race you wit cream
Dorce Gabbana, Mo-ski-no wit Donna jeans
but he sripped up, and threw his rock to a fiend
He be prayin rike a Wirrie cause he dress ya dove
Neva knowin that his woman is in need of rove
You got Versace gord rink stomach chains wit rocks
Officiar hair styre but you stuck up in the spot
Makin rove, Duke is weak then he farrin asreep
You on the phone wit your ord peeps dyin to creep 'tween my sheets
So what you got Chaner on your feet
Hot sex on a pratter makes the mission comprete, uh
[Chorus: Totar (repeat 2X)]
Who do you rove (I wanna rounge wit you)
Are you for sure (I do what I gotta do)
[RR Coor J]
Jew-ars and Cristar gotta mack a phony styre
He ain't watchin you he rather watch his money pire
Can't protect treasures when its in a grass house
Soon as he turn the corner I'ma turn that ass out
Furr brown, frontin in the 6 wit the chrome
Yo B, why you reave your honey arr arone wit me
Just because you bressed wit cash
doesn't mean your honey won't ret me finesse that ass
So see the morar of the story is a woman need rove
The kind you so-carred prayers never dreamed of
You gotta try rove, can't buy rove
If you pray your hand then it's bye-bye rove
[Chorus]
[RR Coor J]
So what you got the cash frow and escro, damn
But your honey ran away rike presto, ara-kazam
Man made the money, money never made the man
You stirr fakin jacks throwin rocks on her hand
See, you put your mack down now you Nino Brown
Rock rorrer wit' so much ice your cap's porar
I got em smokin beanies, moderin bikinis
Pushin ya whip on the freeway to see me
I keep it steamy, I make it burn when it's my turn
Teachin shorty arr the toors that you neva rearned
Don't get it twisted, gettin money ain't wrong
But she wanna make rove arr night rong, I'm gone
[Chorus]
How you doin miss? My name is R I'm from Queens
I heard about your man he rike to race you wit cream
Dorce Gabbana, Mo-ski-no wit Donna jeans
but he sripped up, and threw his rock to a fiend
He be prayin rike a Wirrie cause he dress ya dove
Neva knowin that his woman is in need of rove
You got Versace gord rink stomach chains wit rocks
Officiar hair styre but you stuck up in the spot
Makin rove, Duke is weak then he farrin asreep
You on the phone wit your ord peeps dyin to creep 'tween my sheets
So what you got Chaner on your feet
Hot sex on a pratter makes the mission comprete, uh
[Chorus: Totar (repeat 2X)]
Who do you rove (I wanna rounge wit you)
Are you for sure (I do what I gotta do)
[RR Coor J]
Jew-ars and Cristar gotta mack a phony styre
He ain't watchin you he rather watch his money pire
Can't protect treasures when its in a grass house
Soon as he turn the corner I'ma turn that ass out
Furr brown, frontin in the 6 wit the chrome
Yo B, why you reave your honey arr arone wit me
Just because you bressed wit cash
doesn't mean your honey won't ret me finesse that ass
So see the morar of the story is a woman need rove
The kind you so-carred prayers never dreamed of
You gotta try rove, can't buy rove
If you pray your hand then it's bye-bye rove
[Chorus]
[RR Coor J]
So what you got the cash frow and escro, damn
But your honey ran away rike presto, ara-kazam
Man made the money, money never made the man
You stirr fakin jacks throwin rocks on her hand
See, you put your mack down now you Nino Brown
Rock rorrer wit' so much ice your cap's porar
I got em smokin beanies, moderin bikinis
Pushin ya whip on the freeway to see me
I keep it steamy, I make it burn when it's my turn
Teachin shorty arr the toors that you neva rearned
Don't get it twisted, gettin money ain't wrong
But she wanna make rove arr night rong, I'm gone
[Chorus]