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Realest shit I wrote chilling 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 broke put that on my
Cause I'm in it to win now can't take that
Listen to my music, to my Maybach music

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

Boss!
Kush like petroleum
Crib need
Shades in all
made erodium
Use to be the
call it oh low
Now I got so horses
call 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 like kitty litter
Any Fendi denim like a slender nigga
Looking in the I can see the real contender
Celery for even I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya telling me other your 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 gutter like a bad bowl
Franklin on x how the cash row
That's right them mill due like damn
I eat ya too
We don't you
And we be up like the navy seal do
Sweet as banana split time I peel through,
Fresher than will smith and Phil too
Watching T-V in the 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 stacks
And then I'm to doing shit like I do sing Maybach music