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letra de weekend - roberto (usa)

[chorus]
baby mama got a problem for the weekend
staying silent, i been smiling, i ain’t sleeping
me and my partner ride around without a reason
finding balance from the bounds of what i be in

baby mama got a problem for the weekend
staying silent, i been smiling, i ain’t sleeping
me and my partner ride around without a reason
finding balance from the bounds of what i be in

[bridge]
lace the ganja with a line and then i breathe in
still f-ck with grabba i don’t smile unless the cheese in, ay
tell ya mama i been calling i been beeping
i think about her time to time when i’m in sweden

[verse 1: roberto]

hold up
hit the southside for the tree when i roll up
b-tch i’m outside with a 3 in my soda
keep an outline with the weed when i spliff
we some outliers with no means to be rich
f-ck is you talkin bout
i was 16 pitching yay out my mama house
with the whip clean switching lanes bumping walk it out
f-ck on yo b-tch and i take her to waffle house
i feel like neo but whichever pill i pick a placebo
staying celibate i’m switching to c notes
tried to sell a bit it made me h-lla rich
i might tell a b-tch to sit on my ego
shoutout my tio, ay
mama always said be about your people
ya sabes no quieres bailar conmigo
agape been present in all i see though
rose tinted vision, smoke in the wind, i open the window slowly
ain’t even got 2k on ig, i wonder why women pretending they know me
i might have to blueface my time piece my new b-tch named molly i need me a rollie
my mind tell the truth to remind me i do this for times when you folk tried to fold me
[chorus]

baby mama got a problem for the weekend
staying silent, i been smiling, i ain’t sleeping
me and my partner ride around without a reason
finding balance from the bounds of what i be in

[verse 2: jaybee lamahj]

slowed down on the smoke, still be high denna b-tch
that boy still cookin rolled a 7 in the p-ssy yeah i’m tryna die in a b-tch
livin how i’m lookin, the t–th still crooked
she love my gaps, no cap, no rookie
real n-gga monster, these n-ggas cookie
wanna doubt me? all bet, no bookie
i just want the nookie, you can keep the cookie
only got one baby mama
coulda had more
bank account only got one comma
b-tch i need 4
put my foot in so many shows
imma run tours
nails like ye in the airport
do you see this coat
real n-gga bad b-tch i be both
only thing mid bout me is my coast
rose in my bowls by the way i float
put holes in ya bro now ya ride with the ghost
stars in the ceiling, a star in ya face
got bars past the ceiling the card is a chase
ain’t chasin the broads, but i’m hard in the waist
wastin no time, check the time in the face
watchin the world while the roll rotate
no ls how i b
uh-uh, wait
hol up, hol up, n-gga go- wait
wait, hol up, wait, hol up, wait
aw h-ll nah, h-ll nah, wait a minute
know you see the soul, all gold no gimmick
b-tches still watchin while the rim still spinnin
strong in my cup, i don’t know no limit

baby mama got a problem for the weekend
staying silent, i been smiling, i ain’t sleeping
me and my partner ride around without a reason
finding balance from the bounds of what i be in

- roberto usa

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