Píseň: "Maybach Music 2"

Interpret:
Rick Ross
Album:
"Deeper Than Rap"
[Chorus]
 Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
 Whatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach
 Can you believe that? Who
 You gotta see it
 'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach
 'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that
 Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music


[Kanye West]
 Martin, Louiee the King Junior
 Startin' all that stunti' is gonna ruin ya
 B I was a lie, he probably had a two-tone
 With the great poop on, anything that Ye poop on
 Will explode, 'cause I am the shit and this is my kamol
 Oh oh that it go
 Talkin' 'bout how your boys clothes extra tight
 I just remembered that my lime light extra bright
 I hit the Strip Club as girls get extra hype
 You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke
 We know who not gettin' no sex tonight
 And a lap dance will probably be a blessin' right
 So all this shit you talkin' dead, Coffin
 Like the weed coffin
 New Crib: Lofton
 Where is that? Austin
 Where is that? Texas
 What's in front: Benzes
 What else? Lexus
 Well whose Maybach is this? Mr. West's


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[Rick Ross]
 Boss
 Kush burn like controlium
 Crib need custodians
 Shades in all shades
 B's made of rodium
 Used to be the - Smoke
 Hoe's call it - Low
 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
 I was barely gettin' pretty women
 Now I scoop any winners like Kitty Litter
 Any winner fended denim like a slender nigger
 Lookin' in the mirror I can see the real contender
 Sellin' reeffer even Gregory I'm on my dinner
 So what the fuck are you tellin' me other than your gender?
 I'm a boss and I ride them like a small Vogue
 Niggers make you wheels and ride them until they fall off
 Yeah, Ross


[Chorus]


[Lil' Wayne]
 All black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole
 Classy as a mother still gutter as a bad ball
 Benjamin Franklin on ex how that cash roll
 That's right, them mills do like damp clothes
 I eat your meal too, we don't feel you
 And we be strappin' up like the Navy Seal do
 Sweet as banana split everytime I peel through
 Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too
 Watchin' TV in the Maybach in traffic
 I'm on my feet like tough actin' ten actin'
 I'm runnin' this shit, you should try tacklin'
 Lil' Wayne in one word: Immaculate


You see the Big, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him


The Kurt Cobain and Andre Three Stacks then I'm back to doing shit like I do
 Sing Maybach Music


[Chorus]