Letra de Roberto C - Young T & Bugsey

(Feat. Bugsey, Unknown T)

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 buss 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

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'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

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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