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Realest shit I wrote chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie I'ma 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 can't take that
Listen to my Maybach music, to my music

Louis 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
Cause I am the shit and this is my
Uh oh there go
Talking about how ya boy extra tight
I remember that my limelight extra bright
I hit the club and girls get extra hype,
You hit the strip and girls turn extra dyke
We know who not getting no sex
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, that? Texas
in front? Benz's, what else? Lexus
Well Maybach is this? Mr. West's

Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my
Whatever I send out homie I'ma 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 can't take that
to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music

Boss!
Kush burn like
need custodians
Shades in all
made erodium
Use to be the
Hoes it oh low
Now I got so horses
Bitches call me
tell me how ya wanna move
Yea you know I got both,
your ass black and blue
I was getting pretty women
Now I scoop Emmy winners like litter
Any winter Fendi denim like a nigga
Looking in the mirror I can see the contender
Celery for Gregory I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya telling me other your gender
I'm a boss and I'm riding like a fault,
Niggas make wheels and ride 'til they fall off yea Ross!

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

alright,
All black
I'm in the asshole
as a mother still gutter like a bad bowl
Benjamin on x how the cash row
That's right them mill due like damn
I eat ya too
We feel you
And we be strapping up like the seal do
Sweet as banana split time I peel through,
Fresher than smith and uncle Phil too
Watching T-V in the in traffic,
I'm on my feet tough acting Tinactin
I'm running this
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 doing shit I do sing Maybach music

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