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Roberto - weekend Lyrics



Roberto - weekend Lyrics




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

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

Hold up
Hit the southside for the tree when I roll up
Bitch 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 bitch 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 hella rich
I might tell a bitch to sit on my ego
Shoutout my tio, ay
Mama always said be about you 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 bitch 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

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

Slowed down on the smoke, still be high denna bitch
That boy still cookin rolled a 7 in the pussy yeah I'm tryna die in a bitch
Livin how I'm lookin, the teeth still crooked
She love my gaps, no cap, no rookie
Real nigga monster, these niggas 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
Bitch 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 nigga bad bitch 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, nigga go- wait
Wait, hol up, wait, hol up, wait

Aw hell nah, hell nah, wait a minute
Know you see the soul, all gold no gimmick
Bitches 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

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
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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

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

Hold up
Hit the southside for the tree when I roll up
Bitch 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 bitch 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 hella rich
I might tell a bitch to sit on my ego
Shoutout my tio, ay
Mama always said be about you 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 bitch 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

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

Slowed down on the smoke, still be high denna bitch
That boy still cookin rolled a 7 in the pussy yeah I'm tryna die in a bitch
Livin how I'm lookin, the teeth still crooked
She love my gaps, no cap, no rookie
Real nigga monster, these niggas 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
Bitch 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 nigga bad bitch 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, nigga go- wait
Wait, hol up, wait, hol up, wait

Aw hell nah, hell nah, wait a minute
Know you see the soul, all gold no gimmick
Bitches 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

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
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Writer: Roberto Ortiz, Jhamal Sambola
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Performed By: Roberto
Language: English
Length: 4:19
Written by: Roberto Ortiz, Jhamal Sambola

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