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Realest shit I ever wrote 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 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

Martin Louis the Jr.
Starting, all that stuntin' is gonna ya
B.I. was alive he probably had a two
With the Grey
yay poop on
Will
Cause I am the shit and is my commode
Uh oh there go
Talking how ya boy clothes extra tight
I just remember my limelight extra bright
I hit the strip and girls get extra hype,
You hit the club 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 dead, coffin
Light the weed coughing, new loftin'
it's at? Austin, where's that? Texas
What's in front? Benz's, else? Lexus
Well who's is this? Mr. West's

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

Boss!
burn like petroleum
Crib need
Shades in all
made erodium
Use to be the
Hoes it oh low
Now I got so many
call me Polo
5762 tell me how ya move
Yea you know I got both,
your ass black and blue
I was barely getting pretty
Now I scoop winners like kitty litter
Any winter denim like a slender 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 other your gender
I'm a boss and I'm riding like a fault,
Niggas make your wheels and ride 'til fall off yea Ross!

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

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

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