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

Martin Louis the Jr.
Starting, all that stuntin' is ruin ya
B.I. was alive he probably had a two
With the Grey
yay poop on
Will
I am the shit and this is my commode
Uh oh they go
about how ya boy clothes extra tight
I just remember that my limelight extra
I hit the strip and girls get extra hype,
You hit the strip club and 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
the weed coughing, new crib loftin'
Where it's at? Austin, where's that?
What's in front? Benz's, else? Lexus
Well who's Maybach is Mr. West's

Boss!
Kush burn petroleum
Crib need
Shades in all
These erodium
Use to be the
call it oh low
Now I got so horses
Bitches me Polo
5762 tell me how ya wanna
Yea you I got them both,
Beat ass black and blue
I was barely getting pretty
Now I scoop winners like kitty litter
Any winter Fendi like a slender nigga
Looking in the mirror I can see the real
Celery for even I'm on my dinner
So what the is ya telling me other than your gender
I'm a boss and I'm riding a small fault,
Niggas make your wheels and 'til they fall off yea Ross!

alright,
All Maybach
I'm sitting in the
Classy as a mother still gutter like a bad
Benjamin Franklin on x how the row
That's right them due like damn clothes
I eat ya too
We don't you
And we be strapping up the navy seal do
Sweet as 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 acting Tinactin
I'm running 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 doing like I do sing Maybach music