anybody has the maybach music 2 lyrics?

(T-pain)

Realest **** I ever wrote, chillin in my maybach

Whatever I send out homie ima make back

Ay, can you belive that woah, you gotta see that.

I don’t plan on goin pro put that on my maybach

Im in it to win now ****** can’t take that

Listen to my maybach music, to my maybach music

(Kanye West)

Martin the way the king junior startin all that stuntin is gunna ruin yuh

B I was a lie he probly had a 2 tone

With the gray poop on anything yay poop on

Will explode cuz I am the **** 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 **** you talking dead, coughin,

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 **** I ever wrote, chillin in my maybach

Whatever I send out homie ima make back

Ay, can you belive that woah, you gotta see that.

I don’t plan on goin pro put that on my maybach

Im in it to win now ****** 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 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 *** 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 ******

Lookin in the mirror I can see the real contender

Celery for even Gregory im on my dinner

So what the **** was you tellin me other than your gender

Im the boss and im ridin em like a small four

****** make yuh wheels n ride till they fall of

Yea, ROSS

(T-pain)

Realest **** I ever wrote, chillin in my maybach

Whatever I send out homie ima make back

Ay, can you belive that woah, you gotta see that.

I don’t plan on goin pro put that on my maybach

Im in it to win now ****** can’t take that

Listen to my maybach music, to my maybach music

(Weezy)

Well alright, haha

A'll 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 eatcha meal to, we dont feel you

N we be strappin up, Like the Navy S.E.A.L.S. do

Sweet as a bannana split everytime I peel through

Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too

Watchin T.V. in the Maybach in traffic

I'm on my feet like Tough Actin' Tinactin

I'm runn'in this ish, you should try tacklin

Dr. Ray in one word, Immaculate

You see the Biggie, See the Jada to Pack'in him

You see the Biggie, See the Jada 2Pac in him

N Curt Cobain, n Andre 3 stacks, n then im back to doin shitt like i do's, In Maybach Musik

(T-pain)

Realest **** I ever wrote, chillin in my maybach

Whatever I send out homie ima make back

Ay, can you belive that woah, you gotta see that.

I don’t plan on goin pro put that on my maybach

Im in it to win now ****** can’t take that

Listen to my maybach music, to my maybach music

omg same here lol