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

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

Boss!
Kush like petroleum
Crib custodians
in all shades
These made
Use to be the
Hoes it oh low
Now I got so horses
Bitches me Polo
5762 me how ya wanna move
Yea you know I got both,
Beat ass black and blue
I was barely pretty women
Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty
Any winter Fendi denim like a nigga
Looking in the I can see the real contender
Celery for even Gregory I'm on my
So what the fuck is ya telling me other than gender
I'm a boss and I'm riding a small fault,
Niggas make your wheels and ride 'til they off yea Ross!

alright,
All Maybach
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 like clothes
I eat ya too
We don't you
And we be strapping up like the seal do
Sweet as banana split every I peel through,
Fresher than will smith and uncle 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 Cobain, the Andre three stacks
And then I'm back to doing like I do sing Maybach music