Rick Ross - Maybach Music 2 lyrics
rate me<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. T-Pain, Kanye West, Lil Wayne)</B></FONT><BR><BR>
<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
Realest shit I ever rode, chillin' in my Maybach<br>
Whatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach<br>
Can you believe that? Whooo<br>
You gotta see it<br>
'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach<br>
'Cause I'm in it to win, ya'll niggers can't take that<br>
Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music<br>
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<i>[Kanye West]</i><br>
Martin, Louiee the King Junior<br>
Startin' all that stunti' is gonna ruin ya<br>
B I was a lie, he probably had a two-tone<br>
With the great poop on, anything that Ye poop on<br>
Will explode, 'cause I am the shit and this is my kamol<br>
Oh oh that it go<br>
Talkin' 'bout how your boys clothes extra tight<br>
I just remembered that my lime light extra bright<br>
I hit the Strip Club as girls get extra hype<br>
You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke<br>
We know who not gettin' no sex tonight<br>
And a lap dance will probably be a blessin' right<br>
So all this shit you talkin' dead, Coffin<br>
Like the weed coffin<br>
New Crib: Lofton<br>
Where is that? Austin<br>
Where is that? Texas<br>
What's in front: Benzes<br>
What else? Lexus<br>
Well whose Maybach is this? Mr. West's<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Rick Ross]</i><br>
Boss<br>
Cush my life controlium<br>
Crib need custodians<br>
Shades in all shades<br>
B's made of rodium<br>
Used to be the - Smoke<br>
Hoe's call it - Low<br>
Now I got so many horses bitches call me polo<br>
57, 62<br>
Tell me how you wanna move<br>
Yeah you know I got them both<br>
Beat your ass black and blue<br>
I was barely gettin' pretty women<br>
Now I scoop any winners like Kitty Litter<br>
Any winner fended denim like a slender nigger<br>
Lookin' in the mirror I can see the real contender<br>
Sellin' reeffer even Gregory I'm on my dinner<br>
So what the fuck are you tellin' me other than your gender?<br>
I'm a boss and I ride them like a small Vogue<br>
Niggers make you wheels and ride them until they fall off<br>
Yeah, Ross<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Lil' Wayne]</i><br>
All black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole<br>
Classy as a mother still gutter as a bad ball<br>
Benjamin Franklin on ex how that cash roll<br>
That's right, them mills do like damp clothes<br>
I eat your meal too, we don't feel you<br>
And we be strappin' up like the Navy Seal do<br>
Sweet as banana split everytime I peel through<br>
Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too<br>
Watchin' TV in the Maybach in traffic<br>
I'm on my feet like tough actin' ten actin'<br>
I'm runnin' this shit, you should try tacklin'<br>
Lil' Wayne in one word: Immaculate<br>
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You see the Big, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him<br>
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The Kurt Cobain and Andre Three Stacks then I'm back to doing shit like I do<br>
Sing Maybach Music<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Thanks to Alex Torres for these lyrics]</i><br>
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