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Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my
Whatever I send out homie make back
Can you believe it, 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

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 and this is my commode
Uh oh there go
Talking about how ya boy clothes extra
I just remember my limelight extra bright
I hit the club and girls get extra hype,
You hit the strip club and girls extra dyke
We know who not no sex tonight
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, what Lexus
who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's

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 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

Boss!
burn like petroleum
Crib custodians
Shades in all
made erodium
Use to be the
Hoes it oh low
Now I got so many
Bitches me Polo
5762 me how ya wanna move
Yea you I got them both,
Beat your ass and blue
I was barely getting pretty
Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty
Any winter denim like a slender nigga
Looking in the I can see the real contender
Celery for even I'm on my dinner
So what the is ya telling me other than your gender
I'm a boss and I'm like a small fault,
Niggas make your wheels and ride 'til they off yea Ross!

Realest shit I ever chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie I'ma make
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 niggas take that
Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach

alright,
All black
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 feel you
And we be strapping up like the navy do
Sweet as split every time I peel through,
Fresher than will smith and uncle too
Watching T-V in the in traffic,
I'm on my feet like tough Tinactin
I'm this shit
You try tackling,
Lil Wayne in one immaculate,
You see the Biggie, you see the Jay, the in him,
The Kurt Cobain, the Andre three
And then I'm back to doing shit like I do sing 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 broke put that on my Maybach
Cause I'm in it to win now niggas take that
to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music