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Realest shit I wrote chilling in my Maybach
I send out homie I'ma make 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
to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music

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

Realest shit I wrote chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I out homie I'ma make back
Can you believe it, whoa you see it
I plan on going 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

Boss!
Kush burn petroleum
need custodians
Shades in all
These made
Use to be the
call it oh low
Now I got so horses
call me Polo
5762 me how ya wanna move
Yea you I got them both,
your ass black and blue
I was getting pretty women
Now I scoop Emmy like kitty litter
Any winter Fendi denim a slender nigga
Looking in the mirror I can see the real
Celery for even I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya telling me other than your
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 wrote chilling in my Maybach
I send out homie I'ma make back
Can you believe it, you gotta see it
I plan on going 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

alright,
All black
I'm sitting in the
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 every time I through,
Fresher than will smith and Phil too
T-V in the Maybach 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 then I'm back to shit like I do sing Maybach music

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 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 Maybach