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

Louis the King Jr.
Starting, all stuntin' is gonna ruin ya
B.I. was he probably had a two tone
With the Poupon
yay poop on
Will
Cause I am the shit and is my commode
Uh oh they go
Talking about how ya boy extra tight
I just that my limelight extra bright
I hit the strip club and girls get hype,
You hit the strip and girls turn extra dyke
We who not getting no sex tonight
And a lap dance probably be a blessing right.
So all the you talking dead, coffin
Light the coughing, new crib loftin'
Where it's at? Austin, that? Texas
What's in Benz's, what else? Lexus
Well who's is this? Mr. West's

Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my
Whatever I send out I'ma make back
Can you it, whoa 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
Listen to my music, to my Maybach music

Boss!
Kush like petroleum
need custodians
Shades in all
These made
Use to be the
Hoes it oh low
Now I got so many
Bitches call me
5762 me how ya wanna move
Yea you I got them both,
Beat your ass black and
I was barely pretty women
Now I Emmy winners like kitty litter
Any winter denim like a slender nigga
Looking in the I can see the real contender
Celery for even Gregory I'm on my
So what the fuck is ya telling me other your gender
I'm a boss and I'm riding a small fault,
Niggas make your wheels and ride they fall off yea Ross!

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

alright,
All black
I'm sitting in the
Classy as a mother still gutter like a bad
Benjamin on x how the cash row
That's right them due like damn clothes
I eat ya too
We feel you
And we be strapping up like the navy do
Sweet as banana split every I peel through,
Fresher than will smith and uncle 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 Cobain, the Andre three stacks
And then I'm back to shit like I do sing Maybach music

Realest shit I wrote chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie I'ma make
Can you believe it, you gotta see it
I don't plan on going broke put that on my
I'm in it to win now niggas can't take that
Listen to my Maybach music, to my music