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

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

Boss!
Kush like petroleum
Crib need
Shades in all
These erodium
Use to be the
Hoes it oh low
Now I got so many
Bitches me Polo
5762 me how ya wanna move
Yea you know I got both,
your ass black and blue
I was getting pretty women
Now I Emmy winners like kitty litter
Any winter 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 telling me other than your
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 in the asshole
Classy as a mother still like a bad bowl
Benjamin on x how the cash row
That's right them mill due damn clothes
I eat ya too
We feel you
And we be strapping up the navy seal do
as banana split every time I peel through,
Fresher than will and uncle Phil too
Watching T-V in the in traffic,
I'm on my feet like tough 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 Kurt Cobain, the Andre stacks
And then I'm back to doing shit like I do sing music