Young T & Bugsey – Roberto C Lyrics

Young T & Bugsey Roberto C Lyrics, Roberto C Lyrics by Young T & Bugsey (feat. Unknown T)

Flaunt Céline, Roberto Cavalli
Had the Kelly Row’, now it’s Ashanti
We gon’ double out 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 into malarkey
When you lonely, you better call me

I can’t fuck with n***** if they fucking with my enemy
Dismiss it, I ain’t rockin’ with that energy
Pain in my membrane, the roads in my memoires
Thinking ’bout my n****, I just drop a likkle Hennessy
Remember when I buss the gun charge in secondary
Mourning, now I’m pouring red rum in the cemetery
No legal debate, my QC’s got chemistry
Miraculously in the streets, lie excessively
Yeah, a dinner at my OT, bitch bailing me
Polly on my shoulder, think I move too peppery
She was moving pata but my boo thing stressing me
Live in the mechanic, I should do a documentary
Flocky, I can’t drop it cah the poli’ and the press on me
I was gonna block it but my cody wasn’t letting 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
Sent, on the way, we in Chanay-nay, yeah
Dealings, dealings
In the Lamb’ truck with my demons
She freak and teach me
Lean on me, yeah

Flaunt Céline, Roberto Cavalli
Had the Kelly Row’, now it’s Ashanti
We gon’ double out 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 into malarkey
When you lonely, you better call me

Hey, what’s up? We makin’ a lick-down
Stick right on me, I give it like 10 thou’
Couple pistol, brodie, he bare with the tre pound
I’ma meet K, get from the fifth to H-Town
When she shake the bake, 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
‘Member when I used to eat baked beans for dinner
Done up deities, like, “Say cheese” my n****
And the hate free, she hate me forever
Amashay and Priscella, 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
Sent, on the way, we in Chanay-nay, yeah
Dealings, dealings
In the Lamb’ truck with my demons
She freak and teach me
Lean on me, yeah

Flaunt Céline, Roberto Cavalli
Had the Kelly Row’, now it’s Ashanti
We gon’ double out 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 into malarkey
When you lonely, you better call me