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RICK ROSS lyrics : "Maybach Music 2"

F/ Kanye West, Lil Wayne, T-pain

[Chorus: T-Pain]

Realest %#@! I ever wrote, chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homey I'ma make back (back)
Can you believe it, you gotta see it

Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach
Cause I'm in it to win now, ^!$$%s can't take that
Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music


[Kanye West]
Martin Louie the King Jr, starting all that stunting is gon' ruin you

If B.I. was alive, he'd prolly have the two-tone
With the Grey Poupon, anything 'ye poop on
Will explode, cause I am the %#@! and this is my commode

Uh-oh there they go, talkin '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 dike
We know who not getting no sex tonight
And a lap dance'll prolly be a blessing right

So all the %#@! you talking, dead, coffin
Like the weed, coughin, 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? Mr. West'es


[Chorus: T-Pain]

[Rick Ross]

Boss
Kush burn like petroleum, crib needs custodians
Shades in all shades, these made irrodium

Used to be the Oldsmo hoes call it oh lo
Now I got so many horses (*##$es call me Polo
57 62* tell me how you wanna move

Yea you know I got them both, beat your $$# black and blue
I was barely getting pretty women
now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter

Any winter Fendi denim like a slender ^!$$%
looking in the mirror I can see the real contender
Selling reefer even Gregory I'm on my dinner

so what the $#&@ is ya telling me other than your gender
I'm a boss and I'm riding like a small vault
^!$$%s make your wheels and ride 'til they fall off

Yea, Ross

[Chorus: T-Pain]


[Lil Wayne]
Well alright!

All black Maybach I'm sitting in the $$#hole
classy as a mother still gutta like a bad bowl
Benjamin Franklin on Ex how the cash room

that's right the mills do like damn close
I eat your meal too we don't feel you
and we be strapping up like the Navy Seal do

Sweet as banana split everytime 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 %#@! you should try tackling
Lil Wayne in one word, immaculate

You see the Big, you see the Jay, the Tu-pack in him
The Kurt Cobain, the Andre Three Stacks
and then I'm back to doing %#@! like I do's in Maybach music


[Chorus: T-Pain]

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