Roberto C - Unknown T

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