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Realest shit I ever wrote in my Maybach
I send out homie I'ma make back
Can you believe it, you gotta see it
I don't plan on going put that on my Maybach
Cause I'm in it to win now niggas take that
Listen to my Maybach music, to my music

Martin the King Jr.
Starting, all that is gonna ruin ya
B.I. was he probably had a two tone
With the Grey
Anything yay on
explode
Cause I am the shit and is my commode
Uh oh there go
Talking how ya boy clothes extra tight
I just that my limelight extra bright
I hit the strip club and girls get hype,
You hit the strip club and turn extra dyke
We know who not no sex tonight
And a lap will probably be a blessing right.
So all the shit you dead, coffin
the weed coughing, new crib loftin'
Where it's at? Austin, where's that?
What's in Benz's, what else? Lexus
who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's

Boss!
Kush burn like
Crib need
Shades in all
These made
Use to be the
Hoes it oh low
Now I got so many
Bitches me Polo
5762 tell me how ya move
Yea you know I got both,
Beat your ass and blue
I was barely getting women
Now I scoop Emmy like kitty litter
Any winter Fendi denim a slender nigga
in the mirror I can see the real contender
Celery for Gregory I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya telling me other your gender
I'm a boss and I'm riding like a fault,
Niggas make your and ride 'til they fall off yea Ross!

alright,
All black
I'm in the asshole
Classy as a mother still like a bad bowl
Franklin on x how the cash row
That's right them mill due damn clothes
I eat ya too
We feel you
And we be up like the navy seal do
Sweet as banana split every I peel through,
Fresher than smith and uncle Phil too
T-V in the Maybach in traffic,
I'm on my feet like tough acting
I'm running this
You try tackling,
Lil in one word immaculate,
You see the Biggie, you see the Jay, the in him,
The Cobain, the Andre three stacks
And then I'm back to doing shit like I do Maybach music