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Realest shit I ever wrote in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie I'ma back
Can you believe it, whoa you see it
I don't plan on broke 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

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

Boss!
Kush burn petroleum
Crib custodians
in all shades
These erodium
Use to be the
call it oh low
Now I got so many
call me Polo
5762 tell me how ya wanna
Yea you I got them both,
Beat your ass and blue
I was getting pretty women
Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty
Any winter 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 than gender
I'm a boss and I'm like a small fault,
Niggas your 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
Benjamin 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 up like the navy seal do
Sweet as banana split every time I through,
Fresher than smith and uncle Phil too
T-V in the Maybach in traffic,
I'm on my feet like tough Tinactin
I'm this shit
You try tackling,
Lil Wayne in one immaculate,
You see the Biggie, you see the Jay, the in him,
The Cobain, the Andre three stacks
And then I'm back to shit like I do sing Maybach music