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Uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, a-here we go now Uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, a-here we go A rough love, a rough love She want that rough love, tough love She need that tough love, rough love, uh-huh A rough love, uh-huh, check it out, uh She had an ass like Rosa Acosta She had a rack like Angelina Croft She smelled like strawberries and clothes when i crossed her Offered me an offer, I countered with an offer We kissed, I went in for the kill, she said get off her Okay, that gon' cost her She’s a character in the narrative, I'm the author She think she know me well, okay I must admit she had a rosy tale Of how she flew to Hollywood cause she so Chanel Just had a spot of bad luck at the Sofa Tail My time in Beverly Hills hipped me to these strokers well I never bought it, my dreamcatcher caught it It smelled like (?) (?) From Letras Mania