- Kanye West Maybach Music 2 歌词
- Kanye West
- J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Hey!
Realest s*** I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh You gotta see it (Hey!) 'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach 'Cause I'm in it to win now, ni***s can't take that Listen to my Maybach music To my Maybach music
[Verse 1: Kanye West] Martin, Louie the King Jr Startin' all that stuntin' is gon' ruin you If B.I. was alive, he'd prob'ly have the 2-tone With the Grey Poupon, anything 'Ye poop on Will explode, 'cause I am the s***, and this is my commode Uh-oh, there they go Talking 'bout how your boy's 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 dyke We know who not getting no sex tonight And a lap dance'd probably be a blessin', right? So all the s*** you talking dead, coffin Like the weed, coughing, 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's! Hey! Realest s*** I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh You gotta see it (Hey!) 'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach 'Cause I'm in it to win now, ni***s can't take that Listen to my Maybach music To my Maybach music
[Interlude: Rick Ross] Boss!
[Verse 2: Rick Ross] Kush burn like petroleum, crib needs custodians Shades in all shades, these made of rhodium Used to be the Oldsmo, hoes call it oh-lo Now I got so many horses, bi***es call me Polo 57, 62, tell me how you wanna move Yeah, you know I got them both Beat your a** black and blue (Yeah!) I was barely gettin' pretty women Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter Any winter, Fendi denim like a slender ni*** Lookin' in the mirror, I can see the real contender Celery for Eben Gregory, I'm on my dinner So what the f*** is you telling me other than your gender? I'm a boss, and I'm ridin' like a small Vogue Ni***s make your wheels and ride 'em 'til they fall off Yeah! Ross! Hey! Realest s*** I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh You gotta see it (Hey!) 'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach 'Cause I'm in it to win now, ni***s can't take that Listen to my Maybach music To my Maybach music
[Interlude: Lil Wayne] Well, all right! Hehehe
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] All-black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the a**hole Classy as a mother, still gutter like a bad bowl Benjamin Franklin on X how that cash roll That's right, them mils do, like damp clothes I eat your meal, too, we don't feel you And we be strapping up like the Navy SEAL do Sweet as banana-split every time 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 s***, you should try tackling Lil Wayne in one word? Immaculate You see the Biggie, see the Jay, the 2Pac in him The Kurt Cobain, the Andre Three Stacks And then I'm back to doin' s*** like I do's it Maybach Music! Hey! Realest s*** I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach (Yeah!) Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back (Young Mula, baby!) Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh (Oww!) You gotta see it (Hey!) 'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach 'Cause I'm in it to win now, ni***s can't take that Listen to my Maybach music To my Maybach music
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