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Realest shit I ever chilling in my Maybach
I send 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 take that
to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music

Martin the King Jr.
Starting, all stuntin' is gonna ruin ya
B.I. was he probably had a two tone
With the Grey
Anything yay on
Will
I am the shit and this is my commode
Uh oh there go
Talking how ya boy clothes extra tight
I just remember that my 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 talking dead,
Light the weed coughing, new loftin'
Where it's at? Austin, where's Texas
What's in front? Benz's, what else?
Well Maybach is this? Mr. West's

Realest shit I ever 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 niggas take that
Listen to my music, to my Maybach music

Boss!
Kush burn petroleum
Crib need
in all shades
These erodium
Use to be the
Hoes it oh low
Now I got so horses
Bitches call me
tell me how ya wanna move
Yea you know I got both,
Beat your ass black and
I was barely pretty women
Now I scoop Emmy like kitty litter
Any winter Fendi denim like a slender
Looking in the mirror I can see the contender
Celery for Gregory I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya telling me than your gender
I'm a boss and I'm riding a small fault,
Niggas make your and ride 'til they fall off yea Ross!

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

alright,
All Maybach
I'm sitting in the
Classy as a mother gutter like a bad bowl
Benjamin 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
as banana split every time I peel through,
Fresher than will smith and Phil too
Watching T-V in the in traffic,
I'm on my feet like tough Tinactin
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 shit I do sing Maybach music

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 put that on my Maybach
Cause I'm in it to win now niggas take that
Listen to my Maybach music, to my music