Roberto C
(专辑: Truth Be Told - 2022)
[Bugsey:] 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 [Unknown T:] I
can't fuck with niggas if they fucking with my enemy Dismiss it, I
ain't rocking 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 pouring 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 belling me Polly on my shoulder, think I
move too peppery She was moving pattern but my boo ting' stressing 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 letting me Two-two's, four-doors and the
remedies Cock it when I
pop it, blow the
whistle like a
referee [Young T:] 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 [Bugsey:] 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 [Young T:] Aight, what's up? We making 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 [Bugsey:] 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 [Young T:] 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 [Bugsey:] 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