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Realest shit I ever wrote in my Maybach
Whatever I send out I'ma make back
Can you believe it, whoa you 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 music, to my Maybach music

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

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 call me
5762 tell me how ya move
Yea you I got them both,
Beat your ass and blue
I was barely getting women
Now I scoop Emmy winners kitty litter
Any Fendi denim like a slender nigga
Looking in the mirror I can see the real
for even Gregory I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya me other than your gender
I'm a and I'm riding like a small fault,
Niggas make your wheels and ride they fall off yea Ross!

alright,
All Maybach
I'm in the asshole
Classy as a still gutter like a bad bowl
Franklin on x how the cash row
That's right mill due like damn clothes
I eat ya too
We feel you
And we be strapping up like the seal do
Sweet as banana split time I peel through,
Fresher than smith and uncle Phil too
T-V in the Maybach in traffic,
I'm on my feet like 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 then I'm back to doing shit I do sing Maybach music