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Over and under, I'm getting higher. You know that you love her, No player for flavour. Rolling and hitting, I'm taking you higher. Shit's kicking, nobody's pimping, I got my heart with her. Pimping sipping this words, Them poor got you ******* Living and breathing, All for that money you dissing. So grab your ***** a *** She'll be digging deep for golds. Drag your *** back home, No player ******* fools. Get your karma proof, And I toss them 7 folds. This gangster loving fumes, Got me hook, your love, I'm ****** Don't be tripping on your homie bag's cold, For I'll always love you, we're gold ©2013 Maman Screams
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
Rolling Loving (You're my Drug)
Over and under, I'm getting higher. You know that you love her, No player for flavour. Rolling and hitting, I'm taking you higher. Shit's kicking, nobody's pimping, I got my heart with her. Pimping sipping this words, Them poor got you ******* Living and breathing, All for that money you dissing. So grab your ***** a *** She'll be digging deep for golds. Drag your *** back home, No player ******* fools. Get your karma proof, And I toss them 7 folds. This gangster loving fumes, Got me hook, your love, I'm ****** Don't be tripping on your homie bag's cold, For I'll always love you, we're gold ©2013 Maman Screams
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
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