Young T & Bugsey ft. Unknown T - Roberto C Lyrics

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 fuck with niggas if they fuckin' with my enemy
Dismiss it, I ain't rockin' with that energy
Pain in my memory, the roads in my memories
Thinkin' 'bout my nigga, 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, 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
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
Cock 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 nigga
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