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Rick Ross - Maybach Music II Lyrics








Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin in my maybach
Whatever I send out homie I'm a make back
Ay, can you belive that woah, you gotta see that.
I don't plan on goin pro 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 music


Martin Louis The King Jr., startin all that stuntin is gonna ruin ya
B I was a lie he probly had a 2 tone
With the gray poop on anything yay poop on
Will explode cause I am the shit and this is my commode uh oh there they go
Talking bout how yuh boy clothes extra tight
I just remembered that my lime light extra bright
I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype
You hit the strip cub and girls turn extra dike
We know who not getting no sex tonight and a lap dance will probly be a blessin right?
So all that shit you talking dead, coughin,
Like the weed coughin, new crib loftin
Where it's at, Austin, where is that Texas,
What's in front benzes, what else lexus,
Well whos Maybach is this, Mr. West's


Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin in my maybach
Whatever I send out homie I'm a make back
Ay, can you belive that woah, you gotta see that.
I don't plan on goin pro 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 music


Boss
Kush burn like petroleum, Crib need custodians
Shades or no shades, bees made rhodium
Used to be the o smoke hoes call it o lo
Now I got so many horses bitches call me polo
Fifty seven, sixty two tell me how you wanna move
Ya you know I got them both beat yuh ass black and blue
I was barely getting pretty women, now I scoup Emmy winners like kitty litter
Any winner fended in em like a slender nigger
Lookin in the mirror I can see the real contender
Celery for even Gregory I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck was you tellin me other than your gender
I'm the boss and I'm ridin em like a small four
Niggas make yuh wheels n ride till they fall of
Yea, ROSS


Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin in my maybach
Whatever I send out homie I'm a make back
Ay, can you belive that woah, you gotta see that.
I don't plan on goin pro 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 music


Well alright, haha
A'll Black, Maybach I'm sittin in the asshole
Classy as a Mutha, still gutta like a bad blow
Benjamin Franklin, on Ex how dat cash roll
Dats right them Billz, due like damn clothes
I eatcha meal to, we don't feel you
N we be strappin up, Like the Navy Sealz do
Sweet as Bannana Split, everytime I peel through
Fresh'er than Will Smith, and Uncle phill too!
Watch'in T.V. in the Maybach, In Traffic
I'm on my feet, Like Tough Act'in Tunactin
I'm runn'in this shitt, you should try tackling
Lil Wayne in one word, Emaculant!
You see the Biggie, See the Jada 2 pac in him
N Curt Cobain, n Andre 3 stacks, n then I'm back to doin shitt like I do's, In Maybach Musik


Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin in my maybach
Whatever I send out homie I'm a make back
Ay, can you belive that woah, you gotta see that.
I don't plan on goin pro 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 music







 

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