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

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

Boss!
Kush burn like
Crib custodians
Shades in all
made erodium
Use to be the
Hoes it oh low
Now I got so many
Bitches call me
5762 tell me how ya move
Yea you know I got both,
Beat your ass and blue
I was barely pretty women
Now I Emmy winners like kitty litter
Any winter Fendi denim like a nigga
Looking in the mirror I can see the contender
Celery for even I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya telling me other your gender
I'm a and I'm riding like a small fault,
Niggas make your and ride 'til they fall off yea Ross!

alright,
All Maybach
I'm in the asshole
Classy as a mother gutter like a bad bowl
Benjamin on x how the cash row
right them mill due like damn clothes
I eat ya too
We don't you
And we be up like the navy seal do
as banana split every time I peel through,
Fresher than will smith and uncle too
T-V in the Maybach in traffic,
I'm on my feet like tough acting
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 three
And then I'm back to doing shit I do sing Maybach music