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

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

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

alright,
All black
I'm in the asshole
Classy as a mother still gutter a bad bowl
Franklin on x how the cash row
That's right them mill due damn clothes
I eat ya too
We don't you
And we be strapping up the navy seal 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 tough Tinactin
I'm running shit
You try tackling,
Lil in one word immaculate,
You see the Biggie, you see the Jay, the in him,
The Kurt Cobain, the three stacks
And then I'm back to shit like I do sing Maybach music