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Roberto C (feat. Unknown T)

Young T/Bugseyhuatong
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Florence, Italy, Roberto Cavalli

Had the Kelly Row', 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 f**k with niggas if they f**' with my enemy

Dismiss it, I ain't rockin' with that energy

Pain in my memory, the roads in my memories

Thinkin' 'bout my n**a, I just dropped a likkle Hennessy

Remember when I blast a gun charge in the secondary

Mournin', 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, got my OT, b**h, 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

Block it, I can't drop it cah the polly and the press on me

I was gonna bruck it but my co-D wasn't lettin' me

Two-two's, four-doors and the remedies

C**k it when I pop it, blow the whistle like a referee

Can I get a hit from all my ladies?

I got Louis on my laces

I need the AP or the Daydate, yeah

Send, on a way, we in Chanaynay, yeah

Dealings, dealings

In a Lamb' truck with my demons

She freaky, teach me

Lean on me, yeah

Florence, Italy, Roberto Cavalli

Had the Kelly Row', 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

Alright, what's up? We makin' a lick now

Stick right on me, I give her like ten thou'

Couple pistol, brodie, he bare with the tre pound

I'ma meet K, yeah, from the fifth to H-Town

Then she shake the bag, give me a lick now

One more, rock your man, 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, yeah

Born winner, the opposite of a gentleman

Remember when I used to eat baked beans for dinner

Done up baities, like, "Say cheese", my n**a

In the A3, she ate me forever

I'm with Shay and Priscilla, 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 hit from all my ladies?

I got Louis on my laces

I need the AP or the Daydate, yeah

Send, on a way, we in Chanaynay, yeah

Dealings, dealings

In a Lamb' truck with my demons

She freaky, teach me

Lean on me, yeah

Florence, Italy, Roberto Cavalli

Had the Kelly Row', 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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