2021
3:32
Official Music Video
Roberto C by Young T & Bugsey
Lyrics & Translation
English
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
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
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
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Roberto C by Young T & Bugsey
Roberto C* (original Young T & Bugsey)
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
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
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
Roberto C (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Florencia, Italia, Roberto Cavalli
Tenía a Kelly Rowl', ahora es Ashanti
Vamos a duplicar el marco del asiento del coche
No puedo estar demasiado seguro, sabes que depende de mí
Que mi mejor amiga, le di las llaves del coche
Puse a mi joven G todo en Versace
Sin faroles, no estoy en tonterías
Cuando estés solo, será mejor que me llames
No puedo juntarme con negros si se juntan con mi enemigo
Deséchalo, no me va esa energía
Dolor en mi membrana, los caminos en mis recuerdos
Pensando en mi negro, tuve que dejar caer un poco de Hennessy
Recuerda cuando disparé un arma en la secundaria
De luto, ahora estoy vertiendo ron rojo, en el cementerio
Sin debate legal, mis QC tienen química
Milagrosamente en las calles, como Sésamo
Estamos en una cena pero mi perra de OT me está llamando
Polly en mi hombro, creo que me muevo demasiado picante
Ella se estaba moviendo con un patrón pero mi chica me estaba estresando
Vivo en el mecánico, debería hacer un documental
Ladrale, no puedo soltarlo porque la policía y la prensa están sobre mí
Iba a romperlo pero mi colega no me dejaba
Dos-dos, cuatro-puertas y los remedios
Amartíllala cuando la dispare, sopla el silbato como un árbitro
¿Puedo obtener una pista de todas mis damas?
Tengo Louis en mis cordones
Necesito el AP o el Day Date, sí
Envía, en camino, estamos en Chane', 'ne, sí
Tratos, tratos
En la camioneta Lamb' con mis demonios
Ella es rara y me enseña
Apóyate en mí, sí
Florencia, Italia, Roberto Cavalli
Tenía a Kelly Rowl', ahora es Ashanti
Vamos a duplicar el marco del asiento del coche
No puedo estar demasiado seguro, sabes que depende de mí
Que mi mejor amiga, le di las llaves del coche
Puse a mi joven G todo en Versace
Sin faroles, no estoy en tonterías
Cuando estés solo, será mejor que me llames
Bien, ¿qué pasa? La estamos haciendo acostarse
Quédate conmigo, le doy como diez mil
Un par de pistolas, hermano, él entierra la de tres libras
Voy a encontrarme con K, aquí desde la quinta, la H-Town
Cuando ella sacude la cama, dame un lametón ahora
Te voy a mecer, hombre, necesitas sentir orgullo de ti
Lo puro, la Cali, el diésel demasiado agrio, sí
Sabemos hornear, batimos una harina de huevo contigo
Ganador nato, lo opuesto a un caballero
Recuerda cuando solía comer frijoles horneados para cenar
Hice una burla, como, "Di queso, mi negro"
Y en el A3, ella me comió para siempre
Te voy a compartir Porcello, hacemos un equipo de ensueño
Dime ¿cómo te metiste en tus jeans Billie Jean?
Compra el Christian Dior, me encanta una picadura de abeja
El coño mojado como una orilla, recibió una paliza
¿Puedo obtener una pista de todas mis damas?
Tengo Louis en mis cordones
Necesito el AP o el Day Date, sí
Envía, en camino, estamos en Chane', 'ne, sí
Tratos, tratos
En la camioneta Lamb' con mis demonios
Ella es rara y me enseña
Apóyate en mí, sí
Florencia, Italia, Roberto Cavalli
Tenía a Kelly Rowl', ahora es Ashanti
Vamos a duplicar el marco del asiento del coche
No puedo estar demasiado seguro, sabes que depende de mí
Que mi mejor amiga, le di las llaves del coche
Puse a mi joven G todo en Versace
Sin faroles, no estoy en tonterías
Cuando estés solo, será mejor que me llames
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