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

Martin Louis the Jr.
Starting, all that is gonna 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
Talking about how ya boy clothes tight
I remember 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 getting no sex
And a lap dance will be a blessing right.
So all the shit you dead, coffin
the weed coughing, new crib loftin'
Where at? Austin, where's that? Texas
What's in front? Benz's, else? Lexus
Well Maybach is this? Mr. West's

Boss!
Kush burn petroleum
need custodians
Shades in all
These erodium
Use to be the
call it oh low
Now I got so horses
Bitches call me
5762 tell me how ya wanna
Yea you know I got both,
Beat your ass and blue
I was barely pretty women
Now I scoop Emmy winners kitty litter
Any winter Fendi denim like a nigga
Looking in the mirror I can see the real
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 like a small fault,
Niggas make your wheels and 'til they fall off yea Ross!

alright,
All Maybach
I'm in the asshole
Classy as a mother still gutter a bad bowl
Franklin on x how the cash row
That's them mill due like damn clothes
I eat ya too
We don't you
And we be up like the navy seal do
as banana split every time I peel through,
Fresher will smith and uncle Phil too
Watching T-V in the in traffic,
I'm on my feet like tough 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 to doing shit like I do sing Maybach music