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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 plan on going broke put on my Maybach
I'm in it to win now niggas can't take that
Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach

Louis the King Jr.
Starting, all that stuntin' is ruin ya
B.I. was alive he had a two tone
the Grey Poupon
Anything yay on
explode
Cause I am the shit and this is my
Uh oh there go
Talking about how ya boy clothes extra
I just remember that my limelight bright
I hit the strip club and girls get hype,
You hit the strip club and girls turn dyke
We know who not no sex tonight
And a lap will probably be a blessing right.
So all the you talking dead, coffin
the weed coughing, new crib loftin'
Where it's at? Austin, where's Texas
What's in front? Benz's, what else?
who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's

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

Boss!
burn like petroleum
Crib custodians
in all shades
These made
Use to be the
Hoes it oh low
Now I got so many
Bitches me Polo
5762 tell me how ya wanna
Yea you know I got both,
Beat your ass and blue
I was getting pretty women
Now I scoop Emmy winners kitty litter
Any winter Fendi denim a slender nigga
Looking in the mirror I can see the contender
for even 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 your wheels and ride 'til they off yea Ross!

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

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

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