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Maybach Music 2 (feat. Kanye West, Lil Wayne & T-Pain) letra


J-you-S-T-I-C-E League

Hey, realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back
Ayy, can you believe it? (Woah-oh-oh)
You gotta see it (ayy)
'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach
'Cause 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 gon' ruin you
If BI was alive, he'd probably have the two-tone
With the Grey Poupon, anything Ye poop on
Will explode, 'cause I am the shit
And this is my commode, uh-oh, there they go
Talking 'bout how your boy clothes extra tight
I just remembered that my limelight extra bright
I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype
You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke
We know who not getting no sex tonight
And a lap dance'd probably be a blessin', right?
So all the shit you talking dead, coffin
Like the weed, coughing, new crib, loft in
Where it's at? Austin, where is that? Texas
What's in front? Benzes, what else? Lexus
Well, who's Maybach is this? Mister, West's

Hey, realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back
Ayy, can you believe it? (Woah-oh-oh)
You gotta see it (ayy)
'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach
'Cause 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 needs custodians
Shades in all shades, these made of rhodium
Used to be the Oldsmo', hoes call it O-lo
Now I got so many horses, bitches call me Polo
'57, '62, tell me how you wanna move
Yeah, you know I got them both, beat your ass black and blue (yeah)
I was barely gettin' pretty women
Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter
Any winter, Fendi denim like a slender nigga
Lookin' in the mirror, I can see the real contender
Celery for Eben Gregory, I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is you telling me other than your gender?
I'm a boss and I'm ridin' like a small vault
Niggas make your wheels and ride 'em till they fall off, yeah, Ross

Hey, realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back
Ayy, can you believe it? (Woah-oh-oh)
You gotta see it (ayy)
'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach
'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that
Listen to my Maybach music
To my Maybach music (well alright, hehe)

All-black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole
Classy as a mother, still gutter like a bad bowl
Benjamin Franklin on X how that cash roll
That's right, them mils do, like damp clothes
I eat your meal, too, we don't feel you
And we be strapping up like the Navy SEAL do
Sweet as banana-split every time I peel through
Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too
Watching TV in the Maybach in traffic
I'm on my feet like tough-actin' Tinactin
I'm running this shit, you should try tackling
Lil Wayne in one word? Immaculate
You see the Biggie, see the Jay, the 2Pac in him
The Kurt Cobain, the Andre three stacks, and then
I'm back to doin' shit like I dos it, Maybach Music

Hey, realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach (yeah)
Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back (Young Mula, baby)
Ayy, can you believe it? (Woah-oh-oh, ow)
You gotta see it (ayy)
'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach
'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that
Listen to my Maybach music
To my Maybach music

Rick Ross - Letras

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