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Realest shit I ever chilling 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 broke put on my Maybach
Cause I'm in it to win now niggas take that
to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music

Martin Louis the Jr.
Starting, all stuntin' is gonna ruin ya
B.I. was he probably had a two tone
With the Grey
yay poop on
Will
Cause I am the shit and is my commode
Uh oh there go
about how ya boy clothes extra tight
I just remember that my extra bright
I hit the club 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 will be a blessing right.
So all the shit you talking dead,
Light the coughing, new crib loftin'
Where it's at? Austin, where's that?
What's in front? Benz's, what else?
Well who's is this? Mr. West's

Boss!
Kush burn like
Crib need
in all shades
These made
Use to be the
call it oh low
Now I got so horses
call me Polo
5762 tell me how ya wanna
Yea you know I got both,
Beat your ass and blue
I was getting pretty women
Now I scoop Emmy winners kitty litter
Any winter Fendi like a slender nigga
Looking in the I can see the real contender
for even Gregory I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya telling me other your gender
I'm a boss and I'm 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 still gutter a bad bowl
Benjamin Franklin on x how the row
That's right mill due like damn clothes
I eat ya too
We don't you
And we be strapping up like the navy do
Sweet as banana split time I peel through,
Fresher will smith and uncle Phil too
Watching T-V in the in traffic,
I'm on my feet like acting Tinactin
I'm running shit
You try tackling,
Lil Wayne in one 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 sing music