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Realest shit I wrote chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie I'ma back
Can you believe it, whoa you see it
I don't plan on broke put that on my Maybach
Cause I'm in it to win now niggas can't take
to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music

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

Boss!
Kush like petroleum
Crib custodians
Shades in all
made erodium
Use to be the
call it oh low
Now I got so many
Bitches me Polo
5762 tell me how ya wanna
Yea you I got them both,
Beat your ass black and
I was getting pretty women
Now I scoop Emmy like kitty litter
Any winter Fendi denim like a nigga
Looking in the mirror I can see the contender
Celery for even Gregory I'm on my
So what the is ya telling me other than your gender
I'm a and I'm riding like a small fault,
Niggas make your and ride 'til they fall off yea Ross!

alright,
All Maybach
I'm sitting in the
Classy as a mother gutter like a bad bowl
Benjamin Franklin on x how the row
That's right them mill due damn clothes
I eat ya too
We feel you
And we be strapping up like the navy do
Sweet as split every time I peel through,
than will smith and uncle Phil too
Watching T-V in the in traffic,
I'm on my like tough acting Tinactin
I'm this shit
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 like I do sing Maybach music