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Roller Max

, I'm a daddy, I'm a daddy Yeah, I'm a daddy, daddy, I'm daddy rolling stone I'm daddy rolling stone I'm daddy rolling stone Daddy rolling stone, call me daddy rolling

the topic point blank It's jail ya better keep your shank 'Cause I got mine and I'm out on a solo creep Your face hits the concrete You wanna roll with

my own personal hell No matter how high I climbed, somehow I always fell I guess a lot of players got this story to tell No matter how cold you roll,

you're in for, right? Blood flows like sands in the hourglass Cash moves everything, bitches in g strings Gats flashin', mothers make cream on a stick move Improve your dope flow, cold max

much dough to spend But, back when I was poorer then You wasn't focusin', about the dough I spend But I was holdin' in, I was a roller then I was a baller

Throw your motherfucking Cincinnati hats in the sky Nigga, don't ask why Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95's I, walk on the moon, flow hotter

me up, crank me to the max I got lots of wallet, I be blowin' stacks Polo on my ***, shoes turnt to the max I be so turnt up, I be swaggin' to the max

Ruger endorsements, my song boost And the tech sales through the ceiling, let's talk with guns Convo' til' the police come Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match First max

the drink and izzerb Floatin' thought the city, man I gottz leave the subizzurb Man, with the TV's and the wood expand, front to back Plus and that flat flask black max