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Realest shit I wrote chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I out homie I'ma make back
Can you believe it, you gotta see it
I don't plan on going broke put on my Maybach
Cause I'm in it to win now niggas can't 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 had a two tone
the Grey Poupon
Anything yay on
Will
Cause I am the shit and is my commode
Uh oh there go
about how ya boy clothes extra tight
I just that my limelight extra bright
I hit the strip club and girls get hype,
You hit the strip club and girls turn extra
We know who not no sex tonight
And a lap dance probably be a blessing right.
So all the shit you dead, coffin
Light the weed coughing, new loftin'
it's at? Austin, where's that? Texas
What's in front? Benz's, what Lexus
Well who's is this? Mr. West's

Boss!
Kush burn petroleum
need custodians
Shades in all
These erodium
Use to be the
Hoes it oh low
Now I got so horses
Bitches me Polo
tell me how ya wanna move
Yea you I got them both,
your ass black and blue
I was getting pretty women
Now I scoop Emmy winners like litter
Any Fendi denim like a slender nigga
in the mirror I can see the real contender
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 your wheels and ride 'til they fall off yea Ross!

alright,
All black
I'm sitting in the
Classy as a mother still gutter a bad bowl
Franklin on x how the cash row
That's right them mill due 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 will smith and uncle Phil too
T-V in the Maybach in traffic,
I'm on my feet tough acting Tinactin
I'm running this
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 back to doing shit I do sing Maybach music