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

Martin the King Jr.
Starting, all that stuntin' is gonna ya
B.I. was alive he probably had a two
the Grey Poupon
Anything yay on
Will
Cause I am the shit and is my commode
Uh oh they go
Talking how ya boy clothes extra tight
I just remember my limelight extra bright
I hit the strip club and get extra hype,
You hit the strip club and girls turn dyke
We who not getting no sex tonight
And a lap will probably be a blessing right.
So all the you talking dead, coffin
the weed coughing, new crib loftin'
Where at? Austin, where's that? Texas
What's in front? Benz's, what else?
Well who's is this? Mr. West's

Boss!
Kush burn petroleum
Crib custodians
in all shades
These made
Use to be the
call it oh low
Now I got so many
Bitches call me
5762 me how ya wanna move
Yea you know I got both,
your ass black and blue
I was getting pretty women
Now I scoop Emmy winners like litter
Any winter Fendi denim a slender nigga
Looking in the mirror I can see the contender
Celery for even I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya telling me than your gender
I'm a boss and I'm riding like a fault,
Niggas make your wheels and ride 'til they off yea Ross!

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