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

Martin Louis the Jr.
Starting, all stuntin' is gonna ruin ya
B.I. was alive he probably had a two
With the Poupon
Anything yay on
Will
Cause I am the shit and is my commode
Uh oh they go
Talking about how ya boy clothes tight
I just remember 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 dead, coffin
the weed coughing, new crib loftin'
Where it's at? Austin, where's that?
in front? Benz's, what else? Lexus
Well who's Maybach is this? Mr.

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 that on my
Cause I'm in it to win now can't take that
to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music

Boss!
Kush like petroleum
Crib need
in all shades
These erodium
Use to be the
call it oh low
Now I got so many
call me Polo
5762 me how ya wanna move
Yea you know I got both,
Beat your ass black and
I was getting pretty women
Now I scoop Emmy like kitty litter
Any Fendi denim like a slender nigga
Looking in the mirror I can see the real
Celery for Gregory I'm on my dinner
So the fuck is ya telling me other than 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 chilling in my
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 take
to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music

alright,
All Maybach
I'm in the asshole
as a mother 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 the navy seal do
Sweet as banana split every 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 Cobain, the Andre three stacks
And then I'm back to doing like I do sing Maybach music

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