Lyrics:
Tell the QB take a deep shot
Now they wanna flock when a nigga cruise by
I'm the new guy
Tell that little girl that I'm too fly
Expired like, use by
Jorge he sell drugs through postmates
Met a plug named Hank Hill he be sellin' propane
I be so high I'm fly I don't need no plane
I dance off the drugs
Ay yo
Went from nightmares and champagne wishes
To selling champagne colored MDMA in a
Wraith to rollers and sniffers
No inhibitions, dough over
girls
East side, picking up Thai food
Bitches in my comments talking that shit
They peaked in high school
Built this shit from nothing like
It's Roller
Check, ayo look, ayo
Soul controller
Before the rap dough it was Os
Or the dro and the yola, ducking the rollers
Before the breakthrough it was
high boy and
I ain't talking laced weed
Giovanna's tampons instead I ate the beat
See I never give a fuck like
A girl that don't take D
I'm at McD's, my
Sprite in my cup holder
Dirty nails for my blunt roller
My wrist froze but my mouth colder
My age young and my bitch older
Straight like that, straight
You cannot judge a book by its cover
I seen the doubt they put me on the cutter
Taking my shot im trying to beat the buzzer
He play with them keys
high
CH
Roller coaster turning upside down and out
Now I'm here
Flim flam on the edge of nowhere
Waiting for the lights to change
Flashing orange
E.S.G. | Wreckchopped & Screwed Version | Ft. Slim Thug & Deshawn Hill | Screwed by Ray Face
Say Slim, what's the deal baby
(making this money man)
blood, pickin' sores, fuck cuttin' the line
Stick the straw in the bag and do it all at one time
Fuckin' chicken heads wearin' house shoes and rollers
filled to capacity
With all souls possessed by my flow and its speed
On this radio station over thousands of watts
And the rollers can't stop my knot
Media
captivated
coz you cant compete
Now I told ya your suppose to throw your hands high like riding a
roller coaster screaming at the same time
Chorus
One time
wall and you just can't stop
Can you tell me what is wrong with you
And what your high on
I can see you're wacked by the things you do
What are you high
Lord Please forgive me, addiction has over cane
A Fiend for Money, Power I'm victimizing the game
I'm inchin by towards the flame, I'm wobblin
a high roller, and I ain't talking bout dice
See I got a lot of cars, and they ain't nothing nice
When it come to balling, I'm a vet in this shit
Every
If you run
Sit high as I ride on rhymes
Every line's like life on line
Like life on line
So every time I sit, write rhymes
I write rhymes like life
sober
Snow bunny, same color Jody high-roller
Got me swervin in a school-zone
Press a button, and the whole damn roof gone
Got my 4G, got the wheels
of fire and ice
I still love you babe, but it's costing too high a price.
Sometimes I feel up you always bring me down
Do you hear me crying
there ain't no
MMM, MMM Baby
Lyrics by Eric W. Smith (ASCAP) Music Darryl Swann
Verse
I was 18 in 81,
A hoop star and rock n roller
She was a ballet dancer
missile command, kicking you ass
High score can't even play no more
I turned it over, Surrounded by chain smokers
This greenery I rolled up is far from
Soldier, And my bitch don't know nothing more than what I told her
Ever since the stoller
I've been a roller
A rider, a lot of shit changed now that I'm
Cause you were the high roller, but homie only want you for sex
That's you
Think you the shit because your body is tight,
What you goin' do if god
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