Roberto C Lyrics – Young T & Bugsey
Singer: Young T & Bugsey
Title: Roberto C
Flaunt Céline, Roberto Cavalli
Not the Kelly Rowland, that was Ashanti
We gon’ double [?] 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 [?]
When you lonely, you better call me
I can’t f#ck with n#gg#s if they f#ckin’ with my enemy
Dismiss it, I ain’t rockin’ with that energy
Pain in my memory, the roads/roots in my memories
Thinking ’bout my n#gg#, I just dropped a likkle Hennessy
Remember when I blast a gun charge in the second [?]
And now I’m pourin’ red rum, in the cemetery [?]
Likkle debate, my QC’s got chemistry
Miraculously in the streets, lie excessively
Yeah, I [?] about my OT, b#tch, bailin’ me
Polly on my shoulder, think I move too peppery
She was movin’ back and got my boo thing stressin’ me
Live in the mechanic, I should do a documentary
Flocky, I can’t drop it cah the polly and the press on me
I was gonna block it but my cody 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 D-Day, yeah
Send, oh no [?] Chane’, ‘ne, yeah
Dealings, dealings
In the Lamb’ truck with my demons
She freak and teach me
Lean on me, yeah
Flaunt Céline, Roberto Cavalli
Not the Kelly Rowland, that was Ashanti
We gon’ double [?] 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 [?]
When you lonely, you better call me
Hey, what’s up? We makin’ a leg [?]
Stick right on me, I give her like ten-five
Couple pistol, brodie, he bare with the tre pound
I’ma meet K, get from the fifth to H-Town
When 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 with you
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 deities, like, “Say cheese”, my n#gg#
And the hate free, she hate me forever
I’ma say [?] 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 D-Day, yeah
Send, oh no [?] Chane’, ‘ne, yeah
Dealings, dealings
In the Lamb’ truck with my demons
She freak and teach me
Lean on me, yeah
Flaunt Céline, Roberto Cavalli
Not the Kelly Rowland, that was Ashanti
We gon’ double [?] 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 [?]
When you lonely, you better call me
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