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(T-pain)
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it.
And I don't plan on goin pro
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas can't take that
Listen to my Maybach Music,
To my Maybach Music
(Kanye West)
Martin Luie the King Junior
Startin all that stuntin is gon ruin yuh
B I was a lie, he probly had a 2 tone
With the gray pup'on, anything Ye' poop on
Will explode, cuz 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, coffin,
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
#T-pain#
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it #woah# you gotta see it.
And I don't plan on goin pro
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas can't take that
Listen to my Maybach Music,
To my Maybach Music
#Rick Ross#
Boss
Kush burn like petroleum, crib meak custodians
Shades or no shades, bees made of 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 nigga
Lookin in the mirror I can see the real contender
Celery for even Gregory im on my dinner
So what the fuck was you tellin me other than your gender
Im the boss and im ridin em like a small four
Niggas make yuh wheels and ride till they fall of
Yea, ROSS
#T-pain#
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it #woah# you gotta see it.
And I don't plan on goin pro
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas can't take that
Listen to my Maybach Music,
To my Maybach Music
#Weezy#
Well alright, haha
All Black, Maybach im 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 e
(T-pain)
Realest mierda que he escrito,
Chillin en mi Maybach
Cualquier cosa que enviar Homie Imma hacer de nuevo Ay,
¿Puede usted creer que (woah) tienes que verlo.
Y yo no tengo planes de Goin pro
Puesto que en mi Maybach
Im en él para ganar ahora niggas no puede tomar esa
Escucha mi música Maybach,
A mi Maybach Music
(Kanye West)
Martin Luie el Junior King
Startin todo lo que es gon stuntin ruina Yuh
BI era una mentira, él tenía un tono probly 2
Con la pup'on gris, nada Ye 'caca en
Va a explotar, cuz soy la mierda y
Este es mi cómoda, uh oh hay que ir
Hablando combate cómo Yuh ropa de niño adicional apretado
Acabo de recordar que mi brillante luz de la cal adicional
Golpeé el club de desnudistas y chicas bombo adicional
Que se pulsa el cachorro de la tira y las niñas a su vez un dique adicional
Sabemos que no tener ningún sexo esta noche
Y un baile erótico probly será un derecho blessin?
Así que toda esa mierda hablas ataúd, muertos,
Al igual que el coughin malezas, Loftin cuna nueva
En donde está, Austin, donde es que Texas,
¿Qué hay en Benz frente, ¿qué otra cosa Lexus,
Así whos Maybach es esto, Sr. West
(T-pai
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Rick ross
Maybach music 2 with t-pain
Maybach music 2 with t-pain
(T-pain)
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it.
And I don't plan on goin pro
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas can't take that
Listen to my Maybach Music,
To my Maybach Music
(Kanye West)
Martin Luie the King Junior
Startin all that stuntin is gon ruin yuh
B I was a lie, he probly had a 2 tone
With the gray pup'on, anything Ye' poop on
Will explode, cuz 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, coffin,
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
#T-pain#
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it #woah# you gotta see it.
And I don't plan on goin pro
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas can't take that
Listen to my Maybach Music,
To my Maybach Music
#Rick Ross#
Boss
Kush burn like petroleum, crib meak custodians
Shades or no shades, bees made of 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 nigga
Lookin in the mirror I can see the real contender
Celery for even Gregory im on my dinner
So what the fuck was you tellin me other than your gender
Im the boss and im ridin em like a small four
Niggas make yuh wheels and ride till they fall of
Yea, ROSS
#T-pain#
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it #woah# you gotta see it.
And I don't plan on goin pro
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas can't take that
Listen to my Maybach Music,
To my Maybach Music
#Weezy#
Well alright, haha
All Black, Maybach im 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 e
Rick ross
Maybach music 2 con t-pain
Maybach music 2 con t-pain
(T-pain)
Realest mierda que he escrito,
Chillin en mi Maybach
Cualquier cosa que enviar Homie Imma hacer de nuevo Ay,
¿Puede usted creer que (woah) tienes que verlo.
Y yo no tengo planes de Goin pro
Puesto que en mi Maybach
Im en él para ganar ahora niggas no puede tomar esa
Escucha mi música Maybach,
A mi Maybach Music
(Kanye West)
Martin Luie el Junior King
Startin todo lo que es gon stuntin ruina Yuh
BI era una mentira, él tenía un tono probly 2
Con la pup'on gris, nada Ye 'caca en
Va a explotar, cuz soy la mierda y
Este es mi cómoda, uh oh hay que ir
Hablando combate cómo Yuh ropa de niño adicional apretado
Acabo de recordar que mi brillante luz de la cal adicional
Golpeé el club de desnudistas y chicas bombo adicional
Que se pulsa el cachorro de la tira y las niñas a su vez un dique adicional
Sabemos que no tener ningún sexo esta noche
Y un baile erótico probly será un derecho blessin?
Así que toda esa mierda hablas ataúd, muertos,
Al igual que el coughin malezas, Loftin cuna nueva
En donde está, Austin, donde es que Texas,
¿Qué hay en Benz frente, ¿qué otra cosa Lexus,
Así whos Maybach es esto, Sr. West
(T-pai
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
