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Fecha de emisión: 13.01.2022
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Lil Romeo |
Mink Miu Miu boots got me tip toin' |
Leather sweatpants that’s Rick Owens |
Skinny so the blick showin' |
Semi with the dick showin' |
Private 757 big Boeing |
Tell my pilot I said get goin' |
Yellow bone with me skin glowin' |
Of course her friend joined |
They do what I say they be ten-fourin' |
And ain’t no venmoin' |
Light the J like I be Lin knowin' |
The bay I’m ignorin' |
Blow the paper like a vent blowin' |
Just like some rent blowin |
It’s Tunechi yo Clarecuzio |
Kitchen in the studio |
Soft top double R |
That’s the Ricky Rubio |
Beautiful |
Diamonds dancin' like they in the musical |
Optical illusional |
Jordan Farmar — ceuticals |
Uh, ooh |
Uh, wait, wait |
Fuck is my lighter? |
Ooh wait |
Mm, yeah |
Uh |
And that’s lil T on the audio, uh |
We like Luigi and Mario, uh |
Every bar be like a bar of soap, uh |
Every floor be like a marble floor, uh |
Used to buy weed by the corner store, uh |
Buy a whole pint of some Master P, uh |
I’ma roll me a Lil Romeo |
Wait |
Uh, yeah |
Uh, yeah |
That’s Chef Boyar T and he on the stove, yeah |
We like Luigi and Mario, yeah |
Every bar be like a bar of soap, yeah |
Every floor be like a marble floor, yeah |
We toast to our phones and we comatose, yeah |
I bought a pint of some Master P, uh |
I’ma roll me a Lil Romeo, wait |
Last night I had a fight with my sleep |
I guess the coke got in my pores from touchin' all the bricks |
So I just wrapped 'em up and wrote Tyson on each |
I got 'em bitin' ears and bitin' they teeth |
I’m talkin' 'bout that good snow |
Temp low |
Don’t be surprised if I sneeze |
Excuse me, God Bless me |
Thank you |
Socks on the coupe cover the ankles |
I’m drivin' so fast I might sprain 'em |
They be tryna' bite the style, like a Caymen |
But we know it’s all Wayne, there’s no Damon |
Only God could judge me |
Jesus piece on at my arraignment |
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? |
Explain it |
Dang, the dang chains on |
Lookin' sweeter than a Danish |
Paintin' pictures with his guts, artistic genius |
I stand back and admire my art and kiss my fingers |
«And in God I trust» |
Mwah |
My nina say she wanna get her body done |
Before I load the gun, I tell my bullets all we got is us |
Blackberry McLaren |
We just put the bangles on the hangers and back up in the closest after we wear |
'em |
Look, lamb mignon, blaze propellors |
Blunt long as Coachella |
Mother knows best and Daddy don’t know no better |
I know you' smell 'em |
It’s young Tunechi coka |
I got the coupe the booty poked out |
The coofi blowed out |
Drip exclusive never seen before, huh |
Yeah, I know huh |
My Uncle Rufus just sold D we burnin' down the dope house |
This shit calamities |
Animals |
And they all with the shit unanimous |
I’m sicker than an ambulance |
I’m shittin' like a baby that got sick of all the pamperin' |
She foreign, Yugoslavian |
I throw this dick and she gon' act like I just threw a javelin |
Uh wait |
Yeah, yeah |
Uh |
And that’s lil T on the audio, uh |
We like Luigi and Mario, uh |
Every bar be like a bar of soap, uh |
Every floor be like a marble floor, uh |
Used to buy weed by the corner store, uh |
Buy a whole pint of some Master P, uh |
I’ma roll me a Lil Romeo |
Wait |
Uh, yeah |
Uh, yeah |
That’s Chef Boyar T and he on the stove, yeah |
We like Luigi and Mario, yeah |
Every bar be like a bar of soap, yeah |
Every floor be like a marble floor, yeah |
We toast to our phones and we comatose, yeah |
I bought a pint of some Master P, uh |
I’ma roll me a Lil Romeo, wait |