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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 I can't fuck with niggas if they fuckin' with my enemy Dismiss it, I ain't rockin' 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 pourin' 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 bellin' me Polly on my shoulder, think I move too peppery She was movin' pattern but my boo ting’ stressin' 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 lettin' me Two-two's, four-doors and the remedies Cock it when I pop it, blow the whistle like a referee Letras de cancionesCan 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 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 Aight, what's up? We makin' 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 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 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 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 From Letras Mania