Roberto C (feat. Unknown T)

Florence, Italy, Robert Cavalli

Had the Kelly Row', now it's Ashanti

We gon' Double-R the frame on the car seat

Can't be too safe, you know it's on me

Love my bestie, gave her the car keys

Put my young G all in Versace

No bluff, I ain't into malarkey

When you're lonely, you better call me

I can't fuck with **** if they're fucking with my enemy

Dismiss it, I ain't rockin' with that energy

Pain in my membrane, the road's in my memoires

Thinking 'bout my ****, 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 QCs got chemistry

Miraculously in the streets, like sesame

Out at dinner, but my OT bitch bellin' me

Poli' on my shoulder, think I move too peppery

She was moving patterned, but my boo ting stressin' me

Living the mechanic, I should do a documentary

Fuck it, I can't drop it, cah the poli' and the press on me

I was gonna block it, but my codie wasn't letting me

2-2s, 4-doors and the remedies

Cock it when I pop it, blow the whistle like a referee

Can I get a hey from all my ladies?

I got Louis on my laces

I need the AP or the Day-Date, yeah

Saint Honoré, me and Chanaynay, yeah

Dealings, dealings

In the Lamb' truck with my demons

She freaky teach me

Lean on me, yeah

Florence, Italy, Robert Cavalli

Had the Kelly Row', now it's Ashanti

We gon' Double-R the frame on the car seat

Can't be too safe, you know it's on me

Love my bestie, gave her the car keys

Put my young G all in Versace

No bluff, I ain't into malarkey

When you're lonely, you better call me

A'ight, what's up? We making a late dial

Stick right on me, I gave her like 10 thou'

Cop a pistol, brodi he buried the trey pound

I'ma make cake, yeah, from the 5th to H-Town

And she shake the bait, gimme a lake now

I'ma rock your main, we made a tape, proud of ya

The pure, the Cali, the Diesel too sour with ya

We know how to bake, we whip a egg flour with ya

Born winner, the opposite of a ginnal

'Member when I used to eat baked beans for dinner

Done a baiteze like "Say cheese, my ****!"

In her A3, she ate me forever

I'm wid Shay & Priscilla, we make a Dream Team

Tell me how did you fit in your Billie Jean jeans?

Hoody Christian Dior, I love a bee sting

Coochie wet as a shore, it took a beating

Can I get a hey from all my ladies?

I got Louis on my laces

I need the AP or the Day-Date, yeah

Saint Honoré, me and Chanaynay, yeah

Dealings, dealings

In the Lamb' truck with my demons

She freaky teach me

Lean on me, yeah

Florence, Italy, Robert Cavalli

Had the Kelly Row', now it's Ashanti

We gon' Double-R the frame on the car seat

Can't be too safe, you know it's on me

Love my bestie, gave her the car keys

Put my young G all in Versace

No bluff, I ain't into malarkey

When you're lonely, you better call me