Roberto C (feat. Unknown T)

Young T & Bugsey

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    Florence, Italy, Roberto Cavalli
    Had the Kelly Rowl', now it's Ashanti
    We gon' double up the frame on the car seat
    Can't be too safe, you know it's on me

    That my bestie, gave her the car keys
    Put my young G all in Versace
    No bluff, I ain't inna’ malarkey
    When you lonely, you better call me

    I can't fuck with niggas if they fuckin' with my enemy
    Dismiss it, I ain't rockin' with that energy
    Pain in my membrane, the roads in my memories
    Thinking 'bout my nigga, I had to dropped a likkle Hennessy

    Remember when I blast a gun charge in the secondary
    Mourning, now I'm pourin' red rum, in the cemetery
    No legal debate, my QC's got chemistry
    Miraculously in the streets, like Sesame

    We at a dinner but my OT bitch bellin' me
    Polly on my shoulder, think I move too peppery
    She was movin' pattern but my boo ting’ stressin' me
    Live in the mechanic, I should do a documentary

    Bark it, I can't drop it cah the polly and the press on me
    I was gonna bruck it but my codie wasn't lettin' me
    Two-two's, four-doors and the remedies
    Cock it when I pop it, blow the whistle like a referee

    Can I get a lead from all my ladies?
    I got Louis on my laces
    I need the AP or the Day Date, yeah
    Send, on a way, we in Chane', 'ne, yeah

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    Dealings, dealings
    In the Lamb' truck with my demons
    She freak and teach me
    Lean on me, yeah

    Florence, Italy, Roberto Cavalli
    Had the Kelly Rowl', now it's Ashanti
    We gon' double up the frame on the car seat
    Can't be too safe, you know it's on me

    That my bestie, gave her the car keys
    Put my young G all in Versace
    No bluff, I ain't inna’ malarkey
    When you lonely, you better call me

    Aight, what's up? We makin' her lay down
    Stick right on me, I give her like ten thou'
    Couple pistol, brodie, he bury the tre pound
    I'ma meet K, here from the fifth, the H-Town

    When she shake the bed, give me a lick now
    I'ma rock you, mayne, you need to take pride in you
    The pure, the Cali, the diesel too sour, yeah
    We know how to bake, we whip a egg flour with you

    Born winner, the opposite of a gentleman
    Remember when I used to eat baked beans for dinner
    Done up bait tease, like: Say cheese, my nigga
    And in the A3, she ate me forever

    I'ma share you Porcello, we make a dream team
    Tell me how did you fit in your Billie Jean jeans?
    Cop the Christian Dior, I love a bee sting
    Coochie wet as a shore, it took a beating

    Can I get a lead from all my ladies?
    I got Louis on my laces
    I need the AP or the Day Date, yeah
    Send, on a way, we in Chane', 'ne, yeah

    Dealings, dealings
    In the Lamb' truck with my demons
    She freak and teach me
    Lean on me, yeah

    Florence, Italy, Roberto Cavalli
    Had the Kelly Rowl', now it's Ashanti
    We gon' double up the frame on the car seat
    Can't be too safe, you know it's on me

    That my bestie, gave her the car keys
    Put my young G all in Versace
    No bluff, I ain't inna’ malarkey
    When you lonely, you better call me

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    Composición: P2j, Young T & Bugsey y Unknown T

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