Young T - Roberto C (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Young T - Roberto C (en) Lyrics
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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
Dealings, dealings
In the Lamb' truck with my demons
She freak and teach me
Lean on me, yeah
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'mma 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
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