(Still) Rolling Papers

Bitch came over to my crib and had a comfortable stay
She feeling my car, she feeling my chain
She think I’m a star, I’m feeling the same
I take her abroad, I fuck her insane
I’m switching up broads, I’m killing the game
Long range
King of fucking everything

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