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Realest shit I wrote chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie make back
Can you believe it, whoa you see it
I don't plan on going 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 the King Jr.
Starting, all that is gonna ruin ya
B.I. was alive he probably had a two
With the Poupon
yay poop on
Will
I am the shit and this is my commode
Uh oh there go
Talking about how ya boy clothes tight
I just remember that my limelight extra
I hit the strip club and girls get hype,
You hit the strip club and girls turn dyke
We who not getting no sex tonight
And a lap dance will be a blessing right.
So all the shit you talking dead,
the weed coughing, new crib loftin'
Where it's at? Austin, where's that?
in front? Benz's, what else? Lexus
Well Maybach is this? Mr. West's

Boss!
Kush burn petroleum
Crib need
Shades in all
These erodium
Use to be the
Hoes it oh low
Now I got so many
call me Polo
5762 tell me how ya wanna
Yea you I got them both,
Beat ass black and blue
I was getting pretty women
Now I scoop Emmy winners like litter
Any winter Fendi denim a slender nigga
Looking in the mirror I can see the real
Celery for even I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya 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
Franklin on x how the cash row
That's right mill due like damn clothes
I eat ya too
We don't you
And we be strapping up like the seal do
Sweet as banana split every time I through,
Fresher than will smith and 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 in one word immaculate,
You see the Biggie, you see the Jay, the in him,
The Kurt Cobain, the three stacks
And then I'm back to doing like I do sing Maybach music