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

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

Boss!
Kush like petroleum
need custodians
Shades in all
made erodium
Use to be the
Hoes it oh low
Now I got so many
Bitches call me
5762 tell me how ya wanna
Yea you know I got both,
Beat ass black and blue
I was barely getting women
Now I scoop winners like kitty litter
Any winter Fendi denim a slender nigga
Looking in the I can see the real contender
Celery for even I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya me other than your gender
I'm a boss and I'm like a small fault,
Niggas make your wheels and ride 'til they off yea Ross!

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