| Throw that NO up
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| H-Town down
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| That’s for my homies
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| That’s for my rounds
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| All that heavy syrup sippin'
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| Clout by the pound
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| Keep that candy pain’t drippin'
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| Chop, chop, grew it up the South
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| Throw that NO up
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| H-Town down (Hol' up)
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| That’s for my homies (Hol' up)
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| That’s for my rounds (Hol', hol' up)
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| All that heavy syrup sippin' (Mind)
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| Clout by the pound (Hol' up)
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| Keep that candy pain’t drippin' (Hol' up)
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| Chop, chop, grew it up the South (Hol', hol' up)
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| I got, I got, I got hoes out the 504
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| Out the 713 and out the 281 for sure
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| Shout out my niggas out the 818 and 404
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| But it’s one from my ain’t no rounds and my Houston folk
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| Held me down for sure
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| Taught me to not cook when niggas get buck
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| Dirty Sprite all in my cup
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| Drip, drip, all down my truck
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| Break the rock down and serve it up
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| The ladies buss down for real niggas (Turn around)
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| Tryna be around the trill niggas
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| Who wear tux' Louis kill quick
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| If you came up 'round real shit, bet you gon' feel this
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| Throw that NO up
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| H-Town down (Hol' up)
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| That’s for my homies (Hol' up)
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| That’s for my rounds (Hol', hol' up)
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| All that heavy syrup sippin' (Mind)
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| Clout by the pound (Hol' up)
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| Keep that candy pain’t drippin' (Hol' up)
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| Chop, chop, grew it up the South (Hol', hol' up)
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| Throw that NO up (NO up)
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| H-Town down (H-Town down)
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| That’s for my homies (Homies)
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| That’s for my rounds (Rounds)
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| All that heavy syrup sippin' (Mind)
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| Clout by the pound (Hol' up)
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| Keep that candy pain’t drippin' (Drip, drip, drip)
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| Chop, chop, grew it up the South (Hol', hol' up)
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| Girl what you, what you, what you need? |
| (Hot, hot, hot)
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| You want a hot boy
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| Four hunnid degrees on the blackboard (Hot, hot, hot)
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| You need an ice cream who can serve (Hot, hot, hot)
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| Bend corners, never ride on the curb (Hot)
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| Trappin' ain’t easy but it’s under control (Under control)
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| Never gon' forget what you told me (No)
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| Same girls tryna sex you up
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| Be the main ones tryna set you up
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| Rest in peace to Elliott
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| I feel you look down from Heaven
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| If you came across Mel and Chandra
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| Let 'em know it ain’t been the same since they left
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| But I’m still alive so I’m blessed (I'm blessed)
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| To keep buildin' and growin'
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| Gotta keep goin', rep where I came from and you know it
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| Throw that NO up
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| H-Town down (H-Town down)
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| That’s for my homies (Yeah, yeah)
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| That’s for my rounds (For my rounds)
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| All that heavy syrup sippin' (Yeah, yeah)
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| Clout by the pound (Clout by the pound)
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| Keep that candy pain’t drippin' (Drip, drop)
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| Chop, chop, grew it up the South
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| Oh, throw that NO up (NO up)
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| H-Town down (H-Town down)
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| That’s for my homies (Homies)
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| That’s for my rounds (Rounds, rounds, rounds)
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| All that heavy syrup sippin' (Oh yeah)
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| Clout by the pound (Oh yeah)
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| Keep that candy pain’t drippin' (Drip, drop)
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| Chop, chop, grew it up the South (Hol', hol' up)
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| Throw that NO up
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| H-Town down
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| That’s for my homies
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| That’s for my rounds
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| All that heavy syrup sippin'
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| Clout by the pound
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| Keep that candy pain’t drippin'
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| Chop, chop, grew it up the South |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rounds , by - August Alsina. Song from the album The Product III: stateofEMERGEncy, in the genre Соул