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Realest shit I ever chilling 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 can't take that
Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach

Louis the King Jr.
Starting, all that is gonna ruin ya
B.I. was alive he had a two tone
the Grey Poupon
Anything yay on
Will
Cause I am the and this 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 know who not 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'
Where at? Austin, where's that? Texas
in front? Benz's, what else? Lexus
Well who's is this? Mr. West's

Boss!
Kush burn like
Crib custodians
in all shades
These erodium
Use to be the
Hoes it oh low
Now I got so horses
Bitches call me
5762 tell me how ya move
Yea you I got them both,
Beat your ass black and
I was barely pretty women
Now I scoop winners like kitty litter
Any winter Fendi denim like a slender
in the mirror I can see the real contender
Celery for Gregory I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya telling me than your gender
I'm a boss and I'm riding like a fault,
make your wheels and ride 'til they fall off yea Ross!

alright,
All black
I'm in the asshole
Classy as a mother still like a bad bowl
Benjamin 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 strapping up the navy seal do
Sweet as banana split every time I 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 this shit
You try tackling,
Lil in one word 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