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maybach music 2 (album clean) - rick ross lyrics

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realist sh-t i ever wrote, chillin’ in my maybach
whatever i send out, homie, i’ma make back
can you believe that? woah you gotta see it

i don’t plan on goin’ broke, put that on my maybach
’cause i’m in it to win now, n-ggas, can’t take that
listen to my maybach music, to my maybach music

martin luetta king. jr, startin’
all that stuntin’ is gonna ruin ya
b i was a lie, he probably had a two tone
with the gray poupon, anything yay poupon

we’ll explode ’cause i’m am the sh-t
and this is my commode, uh, oh, there they go

talkin’ about how ya, boy, clothes extra tight
i just remember that my limelight extra bright
i hit the strip club and girls get extra hype
you hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyk-

we know who not gettin’ no s-x tonight
and a lap dance will probably be a blessing right
so all the sh-t you talking dead, coffin, light the weed coughin’
new crib loughtin’

where it’s at, austin? where’s that, texas?
what’s in front, benzes? what else, lexus?
well, who’s maybach is this, mr. westses

realist sh-t i ever wrote, chillin’ in my maybach
whatever i send out, homie, i’ma make back
can you believe that? woah, you gotta see it

i don’t plan on goin’ broke, put that on my maybach
’cause i’m in it to win now, n-ggas, can’t take that
listen to my maybach music, to my maybach music

boss, kush, my light controlium, grim mean custodians
shades or no shades, these made erotium
use to be the oldsmo, hoes call it oh lo
now i got so many horses b-tches call me polo

5762, tell me how ya wanna move
yeah, you know i got them both
beat your -ss black and blue

i was barely gettin’ pretty women
now i scoop emmy winners like kitty litter
any winter, fendi denim like a slender, n-gga
lookin’ in the mirror, i can see the real contender

sellin’ reefer even gregory, i’m on my dinner
so what the f-ck is ya tellin’ me other than your gender?
i’m a boss and i’m ridin’ like a small fault
n-ggas, make your wheels and ride till they fall off
yeah, ross

realist sh-t i ever wrote, chillin’ in my maybach
whatever i send out, homie, i’ma make back
can you believe that? woah, you gotta see it

i don’t plan on goin’ broke, put that on my maybach
’cause i’m in it to win now, n-ggas, can’t take that
listen to my maybach music, to my maybach music

well, alright
all black maybach, i’m sittin’ in the -ssh0l-
cl-ssy as a mother still gutta like a bad bowl
benjamin franklin, no x in the cash row
that’s right, the mills do like d-mn close

i eat ya mill too, we don’t feel you
and we be strappin’ up like the navy seal do
sweet as banana split, every time 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’ tinactin’
i’m run in this sh-t, you should try tacklin’
lil wayne in one word immaculin’

you see the big, you see the jay
the 2pac in him, the kurt cobain
the andre three stacks and then i’m back to doin’ sh-t
like i do say maybach music

realist sh-t i ever wrote, chillin’ in my maybach
whatever i send out, homie, i’ma make back
can you believe that? woah, you gotta see it

i don’t plan on goin’ broke, put that on my maybach
’cause i’m in it to win now, n-ggas, can’t take that
listen to my maybach music, to my maybach music

- rick ross lyrics

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