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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 |