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My Round (feat. Milli Merg) Video (MV)




Performed By: Bornreal4real
Language: English
Length: 3:26
Written by: Damion Swaby, Jonathan Smith




Bornreal4real - My Round (feat. Milli Merg) Lyrics




Got a call up on my phone
My dawg said he been Rico'd
A nigga reneged on the G code, Marshawn Lynch going beast mode
Stay close to Miami, so you know we keep the heat bro
Outta sight, outta mind but you know its right in reach bro
You hard headed, imma teach you tho
Don't go against the G code
Pussies we don't need those
We just eat those
Thought you was my round... you a sneak tho
Thought you was my round... you a sneak tho

Nigga who the f*ck is you
Used to chop, now I'm rapping in the stu
Milli merg, watch I flip the booth
Watch I flip ya bitch too, ink on the 1's and 2's
Spit fire then I poof, where it come from ain no proof
Catch me topless, ain no roof
Yeah these bitches choosing, but is they choosing you
You snooze you lose, shout out Manny them got em
The feds playing blues and clues
Ain a blue devil but I'm playing like I'm at Duke
Bornreal had to take it to the roof
Only flyest on the beat, this shit hotter than some soup
I want the bag give me the loot
I want the cheese these niggas acting like some fiends

My dawg said he been Rico'd
A nigga reneged on the G code, Marshawn Lynch going beast mode
Stay close to Miami, so you know we keep the heat bro
Outta sight, outta mind but you know its right in reach bro
You hard headed, imma teach you tho
Don't go against the G code
Pussies we don't need those
We just eat those
Thought you was my round... you a sneak tho
Thought you was my round... you a sneak tho

No mo memory, so it's all a dream
Wake up, smell the coffee, get the cream
Cash Rule Everything Around Me
I wanna be a star, put me on Tv.
Put me on Tv, give me a G my G
Matter of fact don't give me a thing watch me do my thing
Started with a circle, now ima Saturn ring
Now I got Saturn rings bigger and better things, watch me do my thing
I see you hating, not gone change a thing
It's gone be ok, everyting be ok, no haffi worry bout me
I'm all good my G, taking this bread over beef
Feeling like Koly P, niggas don't notice me
Let me roll in peace
Ain no comparing me, ain no stopping
So I roll in peace

Got a call up on my phone
My dawg said he been rico'd
A nigga renig'd on the G code, Marshawn Lynch going beast mode
Stay close to Miami, so you know we keep the heat bro
Outta sight, outta mind but you know its right in reach bro
You hard headed, imma teach you tho
Don't go against the G code
Pussies we don't need those
We just eat those
Thought you was my round... you a sneak tho
Thought you was my round... you a sneak tho
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English

Got a call up on my phone
My dawg said he been Rico'd
A nigga reneged on the G code, Marshawn Lynch going beast mode
Stay close to Miami, so you know we keep the heat bro
Outta sight, outta mind but you know its right in reach bro
You hard headed, imma teach you tho
Don't go against the G code
Pussies we don't need those
We just eat those
Thought you was my round... you a sneak tho
Thought you was my round... you a sneak tho

Nigga who the f*ck is you
Used to chop, now I'm rapping in the stu
Milli merg, watch I flip the booth
Watch I flip ya bitch too, ink on the 1's and 2's
Spit fire then I poof, where it come from ain no proof
Catch me topless, ain no roof
Yeah these bitches choosing, but is they choosing you
You snooze you lose, shout out Manny them got em
The feds playing blues and clues
Ain a blue devil but I'm playing like I'm at Duke
Bornreal had to take it to the roof
Only flyest on the beat, this shit hotter than some soup
I want the bag give me the loot
I want the cheese these niggas acting like some fiends

My dawg said he been Rico'd
A nigga reneged on the G code, Marshawn Lynch going beast mode
Stay close to Miami, so you know we keep the heat bro
Outta sight, outta mind but you know its right in reach bro
You hard headed, imma teach you tho
Don't go against the G code
Pussies we don't need those
We just eat those
Thought you was my round... you a sneak tho
Thought you was my round... you a sneak tho

No mo memory, so it's all a dream
Wake up, smell the coffee, get the cream
Cash Rule Everything Around Me
I wanna be a star, put me on Tv.
Put me on Tv, give me a G my G
Matter of fact don't give me a thing watch me do my thing
Started with a circle, now ima Saturn ring
Now I got Saturn rings bigger and better things, watch me do my thing
I see you hating, not gone change a thing
It's gone be ok, everyting be ok, no haffi worry bout me
I'm all good my G, taking this bread over beef
Feeling like Koly P, niggas don't notice me
Let me roll in peace
Ain no comparing me, ain no stopping
So I roll in peace

Got a call up on my phone
My dawg said he been rico'd
A nigga renig'd on the G code, Marshawn Lynch going beast mode
Stay close to Miami, so you know we keep the heat bro
Outta sight, outta mind but you know its right in reach bro
You hard headed, imma teach you tho
Don't go against the G code
Pussies we don't need those
We just eat those
Thought you was my round... you a sneak tho
Thought you was my round... you a sneak tho
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Writer: Damion Swaby, Jonathan Smith
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