Roberto C (Explicit)
Young T & Bugsey"Roberto C (Explicit)" ist ein Song von Young T & Bugsey, 2021, Pop. Der Song dauert 3:09, 72 lines / 546 words.
Songtext
0:18Flaunt Céline, Roberto Cavalli
0:21Not the Kelly Rowland, that was Ashanti
0:24We gon' double on the car seat
0:26Can't be too safe, you know it's on me
0:29That my bestie, gave her the car keys
0:31Put my young G all in Versace
0:33No bluff, I ain't
0:35When you lonely, you better call me
0:38I can't fuck with niggas if they fuckin' with my enemy
0:40Dismiss it, I ain't rockin' with that energy
0:42Pain in my memory, the roads/roots in my memories
0:45Thinking 'bout my nigga, I just dropped a likkle Hennessy
0:47Remember when I blast a gun charge in the second
0:49And now I'm pourin' red rum, in the cemetery
0:52Likkle debate, my QC's got chemistry
0:54Miraculously in the streets, lie excessively
0:57Yeah, I about my OT, bitch, bailin' me
0:59Polly on my shoulder, think I move too peppery
1:01She was movin' back and got my boo thing stressin' me
1:04Live in the mechanic, I should do a documentary
1:06Flocky, I can't drop it cah the polly and the press on me
1:09I was gonna block it but my cody wasn't lettin'me
1:11Two-two's, four-doors and the remedies
1:13Cock it when I pop it, blow the whistle like a referee
1:16Can I get a lead from all my ladies?
1:18I got Louis on my laces
1:20I need the AP or the D-Day, yeah
1:23Send, oh no Chane', 'ne, yeah
1:25Dealings, dealings
1:27In the Lamb' truck with my demons
1:29She freak and teach me
1:32Lean on me, yeah
1:35Flaunt Céline, Roberto Cavalli
1:38Not the Kelly Rowland, that was Ashanti
1:40We gon' double on the car seat
1:43Can't be too safe, you know it's on me
1:46That my bestie, gave her the car keys
1:48Put my young G all in Versace
1:50No bluff, I ain't
1:52When you lonely, you better call me
1:55Hey, what's up? We makin' a leg
1:57Stick right on me, I give her like ten-five
1:59Couple pistol, brodie, he bare with the tre pound
2:01I'ma meet K, get from the fifth to H-Town
2:04When she shake the bag, give me a lick now
2:07One more, rock your man, you need to take pride in you
2:09The pure, the Cali, the diesel too sour with you
2:12We know how to bake, we whip a egg flour with you
2:14Born winner, the opposite of a gentleman
2:17Remember when I used to eat baked beans for dinner
2:19Done up deities, like, "Say cheese", my nigga
2:21And the hate free, she hate me forever
2:23I'ma say we make a dream team
2:26Tell me how did you fit in your Billie Jean jeans?
2:28Cop the Christian Dior, I love a bee sting
2:31Coochie wet as a shore, it took a beating
2:33Can I get a lead from all my ladies?
2:35I got Louis on my laces
2:37I need the AP or the D-Day, yeah
2:40Send, oh no Chane', 'ne, yeah
2:42Dealings, dealings
2:44In the Lamb' truck with my demons
2:47She freak and teach me
2:49Lean on me, yeah
2:51Flaunt Céline, Roberto Cavalli
2:55Not the Kelly Rowland, that was Ashanti
2:57We gon' double on the car seat
3:00Can't be too safe, you know it's on me
3:03That my bestie, gave her the car keys
3:05Put my young G all in Versace
3:07No bluff, I ain't
3:09When you lonely, you better call me
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 fuck with niggas if they fuckin' 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 nigga, 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, bitch, 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 nigga 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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