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I can't e-late the allure\nMoney overboard, kilos washin' ashore\nPaintings on the wall, Versace down to the drawers\nCurrency comin' crypto, you know they tapin' our calls\nChariots and lofts, niggas legs crossed\nTalkin' long money, but they conversation short\n\nNew accolades and women for me to toss\nThey call it the road to riches, regardless, I had to walk\nNow it's too many cars, they say I live in a bubble\nBut I make it a point, we poppin' all through the summer\nGot pilots and gunners, receivers, passers, and punters\nMy pockets playin' for keeps, the cheeks and Mulliners comin'\nI made a few mistakes, I pray I get to repent\nThe passion came from the pain, I'm paintin' you all my sins\n\nWarhol, Art Basel how I sold soft\nMore raw 'til a whole fuckin' floor off\n\nOh, glidin' through the city to my place (My place)\nIt feels like we're floatin' up in outer space (And you can still)\nOh, you can find me in my Maybach\nListenin' to shit from way back (Maybach Music)\nOh, ah, ah (Maybach Music)\n\nUh, let's go for a ride to where your heart desire\n\nI put your heart in drive, I let you borrow mine\nMy feet on top the clouds, I walk a thousand miles\nShe got them soft fuckin' lips, call it cotton mouth\nAnd I'm on autopilot, got a larger closet\n\nI'm at target practice, you at Target shoppin'\nSecond-hand smoke got her vision partly cloudy\n\nHer eyes get so watery, them bitches started drownin'\nOn the ride of a lifetime\nWatch out for the rats, mice, cons, and the pythons\nNo Triple H, my God, I'm so sky-high\nComin' down from the night sky like a lightin' rod\nShine like some ice, nice vibes like a kite flyin'\nNo strings attached, we replace it with a lifeline\nOut of body feelin', out our clothes, in the right minds\nBaby, ride me like a bumpy road to the high-rise, yeah, yeah\n\nGlidin' through the city to my place (My place)\nIt feels like we're floatin' up in outer space (And you can still)\nOh, you can find me in my Maybach\nListenin' to shit from way back (Maybach Music)\nOh, ah, ah (Maybach Music)\nGlidin' through the city to my place (My place)\nIt feels like we're floatin' up in outer space (And you can still)\nOh, ah, ah (Maybach Music)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.71]J.U.S.T.I.C.E. 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I can't e-late the allure\n[01:29.02]Money overboard, kilos washin' ashore\n[01:31.70]Paintings on the wall, Versace down to the drawers\n[01:34.29]Currency comin' crypto, you know they tapin' our calls\n[01:37.26]Chariots and lofts, niggas legs crossed\n[01:40.06]Talkin' long money, but they conversation short\n[01:42.84]New accolades and women for me to toss\n[01:45.11]They call it the road to riches, regardless, I had to walk\n[01:48.27]Now it's too many cars, they say I live in a bubble\n[01:50.91]But I make it a point, we poppin' all through the summer\n[01:53.62]Got pilots and gunners, receivers, passers, and punters\n[01:56.24]My pockets playin' for keeps, the cheeks and Mulliners comin'\n[01:59.04]I made a few mistakes, I pray I get to repent\n[02:01.71]The passion came from the pain, I'm paintin' you all my sins\n[02:05.35]Warhol, Art Basel how I sold soft\n[02:08.28]More raw 'til a whole fuckin' floor off\n[02:10.83]Oh, glidin' through the city to my place (My place)\n[02:15.16]It feels like we're floatin' up in outer space (And you can still)\n[02:21.05]Oh, you can find me in my Maybach\n[02:24.59]Listenin' to shit from way back (Maybach Music)\n[02:28.13]Oh, ah, ah (Maybach Music)\n[02:32.46]Uh, let's go for a ride to where your heart desire\n[02:35.67]I put your heart in drive, I let you borrow mine\n[02:38.46]My feet on top the clouds, I walk a thousand miles\n[02:41.16]She got them soft fuckin' lips, call it cotton mouth\n[02:43.90]And I'm on autopilot, got a larger closet\n[02:46.97]I'm at target practice, you at Target shoppin'\n[02:49.63]Second-hand smoke got her vision partly cloudy\n[02:52.30]Her eyes get so watery, them bitches started drownin'\n[02:55.37]On the ride of a lifetime\n[02:56.95]Watch out for the rats, mice, cons, and the pythons\n[02:59.82]No Triple H, my God, I'm so sky-high\n[03:02.60]Comin' down from the night sky like a lightin' rod\n[03:05.35]Shine like some ice, nice vibes like a kite flyin'\n[03:08.11]No strings attached, we replace it with a lifeline\n[03:10.97]Out of body feelin', out our clothes, in the right minds\n[03:13.61]Baby, ride me like a bumpy road to the high-rise, yeah, yeah\n[03:17.36]Glidin' through the city to my place (My place)\n[03:21.78]It feels like we're floatin' up in outer space (And you can still)\n[03:27.69]Oh, you can find me in my Maybach\n[03:31.27]Listenin' to shit from way back (Maybach Music)\n[03:34.80]Oh, ah, ah (Maybach Music)\n[03:39.03]Glidin' through the city to my place (My place)\n[03:43.91]It feels like we're floatin' up in outer space (And you can still)\n[03:53.41]Oh, ah, ah (Maybach Music)\n[04:02.09]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Maybach Music VI\n artist: Rick Ross\n album: Rick Ross - Port of Miami 2\n duration_ms: 242000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: J.U.S.T.I.C.E. 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minds\nBaby, ride me like a bumpy road to the high rise, yeah, yeah\n\nGlidin' through the city to my place (My place)\nIt feels like we're floatin' up in outer space (And you can still)\nOh, you can find me in my Maybach\nListening to shit from way back (Maybach Music)\nOh, ah, Maybach Music\n\nGlidin' through the city to my place (My place)\nIt feels like we're floatin' up in outer space (And you can still)\nOh, Maybach Music","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.65] J.U.S.T.I.C.E League\n[00:03.37] \n[00:38.50] Oh, glidin' through the city to my place (My place)\n[00:46.22] It feels like we're floatin' up in outer space (And you can still)\n[00:52.12] Oh, you can find me in my Maybach\n[00:55.75] Listening to shit from way back (Maybach Music)\n[00:58.22] Oh, ah, Maybach Music (Maybach Music)\n[01:03.96] Flows mind-blowing, these niggas switching the topic\n[01:06.80] All dick-riders, your label labeled erotic\n[01:09.39] You got a couple dollars, but really, it's barely modest\n[01:12.35] Couldn't sign me if you niggas was payin' homage\n[01:15.08] Playin' both sides, convicted you with verdict\n[01:17.90] Pay a lil' rider, come hit you up for the murder\n[01:20.55] Chains all hollow, I peeped soon as I heard it\n[01:22.84] These niggas be talkin' shooter, but quick to send they attorney\n[01:26.14] Is it really real, like Candy Lady allure?\n[01:28.94] Money overboard, kilos washin' ashore\n[01:31.64] Paintings on the wall, Versace down to the drawers\n[01:34.18] Currency come in Crypto, you know they tapin' our calls\n[01:37.14] Chariots and lofts, niggas legs crossed\n[01:39.91] Talkin' long money, but they conversation's short\n[01:42.87] New accolades with women for me to toss\n[01:45.12] They call it, the road to riches, regardless, I had to walk\n[01:48.12] Now it's too many cars, they say I live in a bubble\n[01:50.94] But I make it the point, we poppin' all through the Summer\n[01:53.56] Got pilots and gunners, receivers, passers and punters\n[01:56.17] My 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Whoa-ooh-ooh\nYou gotta see it (hey)\n'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach\n'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that\nListen to my Maybach music\nTo my Maybach music\n\nMartin, Louie the King Jr\nStartin' all that stuntin' is gon' ruin you\nB.I. was alive, he'd prob'ly have the 2-tone\nWith the Grey Poupon, anythin' 'Ye poop on\nWill explode cause I am the shit and this is my commode\nUh-oh, there they go\nTalkin' 'bout how your boy's clothes extra tight\nI just remembered that my limelight extra bright\nI hit the strip club and girls get extra hype\nYou hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke\nWe know who not gettin' no sex tonight\nAnd a lap dance'll probably be a blessin', right?\nSo all the shit you talkin' dead, coffin\nLight the weed, coughin', new crib, loft in\nWhere it's at? Austin, where is that? Texas\nWhat's in front? Benzes, what else? Lexus\nWell who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's\n\nRealest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\nWhatever I send out, homie I'ma make back\nCan you believe that? 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Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\nWhatever I send out, homie I'ma make back\nCan you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh\nYou gotta see it (hey)\n'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach\n'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that\nListen to my Maybach music\nTo my Maybach music\n\nWell alright, heheh!\nAll black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole\nClassy as a mother, still gutter like a bad bowl\nBenjamin Franklin on X how that cash roll\nThat's right, the mills do like damp clothes\nI eat your meal too, we don't feel you\nAnd we be strappin' up like the Navy Seal do\nSweet as banana split everytime I peel through\nFresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too\nWatchin' TV in the Maybach in traffic\nI'm on my feet like Tough Actin' Tinactin\nI'm runnin' this shit, you should try tacklin'\nLil Wayne in one word, immaculate\nYou see the BIG, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him\nThe Kurt Cobain, the Andre Three Stacks\nAnd then I'm back to doin' shit like I do's in Maybach music\n\nRealest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\nWhatever I send out, homie I'ma make back\nCan you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh\nYou gotta see it (hey)\n'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach\n'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that\nListen to my Maybach music\nTo my Maybach music","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.84] Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\n[00:22.90] Whatever I send out homie I'ma make back\n[00:26.71] Can you believe that? 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Whoa-ooh-ooh\n start_ms: 252230\n end_ms: 255250\n- text: You gotta see it (hey)\n start_ms: 255250\n end_ms: 257350\n- text: '''Cause I don''t plan on goin'' broke, put that on my Maybach'\n start_ms: 257350\n end_ms: 260480\n- text: '''Cause I''m in it to win now, niggas can''t take that'\n start_ms: 260480\n end_ms: 264930\n- text: Listen to my Maybach music\n start_ms: 264930\n end_ms: 268320\n- text: To my Maybach music\n start_ms: 268320\n end_ms: 273250\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 273250\nplain: |-\n Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\n Whatever I send out homie I'ma make back\n Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh\n You gotta see it (hey)\n 'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach\n 'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that\n Listen to my Maybach music\n To my Maybach music\n\n Martin, Louie the King Jr\n Startin' all that stuntin' is gon' ruin you\n B.I. was alive, he'd prob'ly have the 2-tone\n With the Grey Poupon, anythin' 'Ye poop on\n Will explode cause I am the shit and this is my commode\n Uh-oh, there they go\n Talkin' 'bout how your boy's clothes extra tight\n I just remembered that my limelight extra bright\n I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype\n You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke\n We know who not gettin' no sex tonight\n And a lap dance'll probably be a blessin', right?\n So all the shit you talkin' dead, coffin\n Light the weed, coughin', new crib, loft in\n Where it's at? Austin, where is that? Texas\n What's in front? Benzes, what else? Lexus\n Well who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's\n\n Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\n Whatever I send out, homie I'ma make back\n Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh\n You gotta see it (hey)\n 'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach\n 'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that\n Listen to my Maybach music\n To my Maybach music\n\n Boss!\n Kush burn like petroleum, crib needs custodians\n Shades in all shades, these made of rhodium\n Used to be the Oldsmo, hoes call it oh-lo\n Now I got so many horses, bitches call me Polo\n 57, 62, tell me how you wanna move\n Yeah, you know I got them both, beat your ass black and blue\n I was barely gettin' pretty women\n Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter\n Any winter, Fendi denim like a slender nigga\n Lookin' in the mirror, I can see the real contender\n Celery for Eben Gregory, I'm on my dinner\n So what the fuck is ya tellin' me other than your gender?\n I'm a boss and I'm ridin' like a small Vogue\n Niggas make your wheels and ride 'em 'til they fall off\n Yeah, Ross!\n\n Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\n Whatever I send out, homie I'ma make back\n Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh\n You gotta see it (hey)\n 'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach\n 'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that\n Listen to my Maybach music\n To my Maybach music\n\n Well alright, heheh!\n All black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole\n Classy as a mother, still gutter like a bad bowl\n Benjamin Franklin on X how that cash roll\n That's right, the mills do like damp clothes\n I eat your meal too, we don't feel you\n And we be strappin' up like the Navy Seal do\n Sweet as banana split everytime I peel through\n Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too\n Watchin' TV in the Maybach in traffic\n I'm on my feet like Tough Actin' Tinactin\n I'm runnin' this shit, you should try tacklin'\n Lil Wayne in one word, immaculate\n You see the BIG, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him\n The Kurt Cobain, the Andre Three Stacks\n And then I'm back to doin' shit like I do's in Maybach music\n\n Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\n Whatever I send out, homie I'ma make back\n Can you believe that? 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Who\nYou gotta see it\n'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\nListen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music\n\nMartin, Louiee the King Junior\nStartin' all that stunti' is gonna ruin ya\nB I was a lie, he probably had a two-tone\nWith the great poop on, anything that Ye poop on\nWill explode, 'cause I am the shit and this is my kamol\nOh oh that it go\nTalkin' 'bout how your boys clothes extra tight\nI just remembered that my lime light extra bright\nI hit the Strip Club as girls get extra hype\nYou hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke\nWe know who not gettin' no sex tonight\nAnd a lap dance will probably be a blessin' right\nSo all this shit you talkin' dead, Coffin\nLike the weed coffin\nNew Crib: Lofton\nWhere is that? Austin\nWhere is that? Texas\nWhat's in front: Benzes\nWhat else? Lexus\nWell whose Maybach is this? 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Who\nYou gotta see it\n'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\nListen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music\n\nAll black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole\nClassy as a mother still gutter as a bad ball\nBenjamin Franklin on ex how that cash roll\nThat's right, them mills do like damp clothes\nI eat your meal too, we don't feel you\nAnd we be strappin' up like the Navy Seal do\nSweet as banana split everytime I peel through\nFresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too\nWatchin' TV in the Maybach in traffic\nI'm on my feet like tough actin' ten actin'\nI'm runnin' this shit, you should try tacklin'\nLil' Wayne in one word: Immaculate\n\nYou see the Big, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him\n\nThe Kurt Cobain and Andre Three Stacks then I'm back to doing shit like I do\nSing Maybach Music\n\nRealest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\nWhatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach\nCan you believe that? 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Who\nYou gotta see it\n'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\nListen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music\n\nMartin, Louiee the King Junior\nStartin' all that stunti' is gonna ruin ya\nB I was a lie, he probably had a two-tone\nWith the great poop on, anything that Ye poop on\nWill explode, 'cause I am the shit and this is my kamol\nOh oh that it go\nTalkin' 'bout how your boys clothes extra tight\nI just remembered that my lime light extra bright\nI hit the Strip Club as girls get extra hype\nYou hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke\nWe know who not gettin' no sex tonight\nAnd a lap dance will probably be a blessin' right\nSo all this shit you talkin' dead, Coffin\nLike the weed coffin\nNew Crib: Lofton\nWhere is that? Austin\nWhere is that? Texas\nWhat's in front: Benzes\nWhat else? Lexus\nWell whose Maybach is this? 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Who\n[00:29.79] You gotta see it\n[00:31.72] 'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n[00:34.88] 'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\n[00:39.38] Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music\n[00:44.16] Martin, Louiee the King Junior\n[00:46.63] Startin' all that stunti' is gonna ruin ya\n[00:49.83] B I was a lie, he probably had a two-tone\n[00:52.84] With the great poop on, anything that Ye poop on\n[00:55.97] Will explode, 'cause I am the shit and this is my kamol\n[01:00.25] Oh oh that it go\n[01:02.19] Talkin' 'bout how your boys clothes extra tight\n[01:05.18] I just remembered that my lime light extra bright\n[01:08.04] I hit the Strip Club as girls get extra hype\n[01:11.16] You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke\n[01:14.50] We know who not gettin' no sex tonight\n[01:17.27] And a lap dance will probably be a blessin' right\n[01:20.09] So all this shit you talkin' dead, Coffin\n[01:22.91] Like the weed coffin\n[01:24.47] New Crib: Lofton\n[01:25.90] Where is that? 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Who\n[01:44.57] You gotta see it\n[01:46.78] 'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n[01:49.83] 'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\n[01:54.33] Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music\n[02:00.98] Boss\n[02:04.86] Kush burn like controlium\n[02:06.42] Crib need custodians\n[02:07.67] Shades in all shades\n[02:09.43] B's made of rodium\n[02:10.97] Used to be the - Smoke\n[02:12.41] Hoe's call it - Low\n[02:13.87] Now I got so many horses bitches call me polo\n[02:18.33] 57, 62\n[02:18.37] Tell me how you wanna move\n[02:19.97] Yeah you know I got them both\n[02:21.42] Beat your ass black and blue\n[02:24.09] I was barely gettin' pretty women\n[02:26.23] Now I scoop any winners like Kitty Litter\n[02:29.32] Any winner fended denim like a slender nigger\n[02:32.27] Lookin' in the mirror I can see the real contender\n[02:35.22] Sellin' reeffer even Gregory I'm on my dinner\n[02:38.03] So what the fuck are you tellin' me other than your gender?\n[02:41.24] I'm a boss and I ride them like a small Vogue\n[02:44.23] Niggers make you wheels and ride them until they fall off\n[02:47.39] Yeah, Ross\n[02:49.89] Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\n[02:52.99] Whatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach\n[02:56.66] Can you believe that? Who\n[02:59.76] You gotta see it\n[03:01.73] 'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n[03:04.84] 'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\n[03:09.34] Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music\n[03:20.12] All black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole\n[03:22.97] Classy as a mother still gutter as a bad ball\n[03:26.18] Benjamin Franklin on ex how that cash roll\n[03:29.30] That's right, them mills do like damp clothes\n[03:32.14] I eat your meal too, we don't feel you\n[03:35.10] And we be strappin' up like the Navy Seal do\n[03:38.07] Sweet as banana split everytime I peel through\n[03:40.96] Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too\n[03:44.27] Watchin' TV in the Maybach in traffic\n[03:47.17] I'm on my feet like tough actin' ten actin'\n[03:50.13] I'm runnin' this shit, you should try tacklin'\n[03:53.20] Lil' Wayne in one word: Immaculate\n[03:56.13] You see the Big, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him\n[03:59.20] The Kurt Cobain and Andre Three Stacks then I'm back to doing shit like I do\n[04:03.82] Sing Maybach Music\n[04:05.13] Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\n[04:07.84] Whatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach\n[04:11.64] Can you believe that? 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Who\n You gotta see it\n 'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n 'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\n Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music\n\n All black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole\n Classy as a mother still gutter as a bad ball\n Benjamin Franklin on ex how that cash roll\n That's right, them mills do like damp clothes\n I eat your meal too, we don't feel you\n And we be strappin' up like the Navy Seal do\n Sweet as banana split everytime I peel through\n Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too\n Watchin' TV in the Maybach in traffic\n I'm on my feet like tough actin' ten actin'\n I'm runnin' this shit, you should try tacklin'\n Lil' Wayne in one word: Immaculate\n\n You see the Big, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him\n\n The Kurt Cobain and Andre Three Stacks then I'm back to doing shit like I do\n Sing Maybach Music\n\n Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\n Whatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach\n Can you believe that? Who\n You gotta see it\n 'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n 'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\n Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music\n"},{"id":21377669,"name":"Maybach Music 2 - Album Version (Edited)","trackName":"Maybach Music 2 - Album Version (Edited)","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Deeper Than Rap","duration":299.911837,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my Maybach\nWhatever I send out homie I'ma make back\nCan you believe it, whoa you gotta see it\nI don't plan on going broke put that on my Maybach\nCause I'm in it to win now niggas can't take that\nListen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music\nMartin Louis the King Jr.\nStarting, all that stuntin' is gonna ruin ya\nB.I. was alive he probably had a two tone\nWith the Grey Poupon\nAnything yay poop on\nWill explode\nCause I am the shit and this is my commode\nUh oh there they go\nTalking about how ya boy clothes extra tight\nI just remember that my limelight extra bright\nI hit the strip club and girls get extra hype,\nYou hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke\nWe know who not getting no sex tonight\nAnd a lap dance will probably be a blessing right.\nSo all the shit you talking dead, coffin\nLight the weed coughing, new crib loftin'\nWhere it's at? Austin, where's that? Texas\nWhat's in front? Benz's, what else? Lexus\nWell who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's\nRealest shit I ever wrote chilling in my Maybach\nWhatever I send out homie I'ma make back\nCan you believe it, whoa you gotta see it\nI don't plan on going broke put that on my Maybach\nCause I'm in it to win now niggas can't take that\nListen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music\nBoss!\nKush burn like petroleum\nCrib need custodians\nShades in all shades\nThese made erodium\nUse to be the Oldsmo\nHoes call it oh low\nNow I got so many horses\nBitches call me Polo\n5762 tell me how ya wanna move\nYea you know I got them both,\nBeat your ass black and blue\nI was barely getting pretty women\nNow I scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter\nAny winter Fendi denim like a slender nigga\nLooking in the mirror I can see the real contender\nCelery for even Gregory I'm on my dinner\nSo what the fuck is ya telling me other than your gender\nI'm a boss and I'm riding like a small fault,\nNiggas make your wheels and ride 'til they fall off yea Ross!\nRealest shit I ever wrote chilling in my Maybach\nWhatever I send out homie I'ma make back\nCan you believe it, whoa you gotta see it\nI don't plan on going broke put that on my Maybach\nCause I'm in it to win now niggas can't take that\nListen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music\nWell alright,\nAll black Maybach\nI'm sitting in the asshole\nClassy as a mother still gutter like a bad bowl\nBenjamin Franklin on x how the cash row\nThat's right them mill due like damn clothes\nI eat ya mill too\nWe don't feel you\nAnd we be strapping up like the navy seal do\nSweet as banana split every time I peel through,\nFresher than will smith and uncle Phil too\nWatching T-V in the Maybach in traffic,\nI'm on my feet like tough acting Tinactin\nI'm running this shit\nYou should try tackling,\nLil Wayne in one word immaculate,\nYou see the Biggie, you see the Jay, the Tupac in him,\nThe Kurt Cobain, the Andre three stacks\nAnd then I'm back to doing shit like I do sing Maybach music\nRealest shit I ever wrote chilling in my Maybach\nWhatever I send out homie I'ma make back\nCan you believe it, whoa you gotta see it\nI don't plan on going broke put that on my Maybach\nCause I'm in it to win now niggas can't take that\nListen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.90] Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my Maybach\n[00:22.36] Whatever I send out homie I'ma make back\n[00:25.97] Can you believe it, whoa you gotta see it\n[00:31.11] I don't plan on going broke put that on my Maybach\n[00:34.34] Cause I'm in it to win now niggas can't take that\n[00:39.47] Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music\n[00:44.29] Martin Louis the King Jr.\n[00:46.20] Starting, all that stuntin' is gonna ruin ya\n[00:49.27] B.I. was alive he probably had a two tone\n[00:52.10] With the Grey Poupon\n[00:53.55] Anything yay poop on\n[00:55.12] Will explode\n[00:56.53] Cause I am the shit and this is my commode\n[00:59.57] Uh oh there they go\n[01:00.97] Talking about how ya boy clothes extra tight\n[01:04.58] I just remember that my limelight extra bright\n[01:07.94] I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype,\n[01:10.56] You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke\n[01:13.71] We know who not getting no sex tonight\n[01:16.61] And a lap dance will probably be a blessing right.\n[01:19.72] So all the shit you talking dead, coffin\n[01:22.47] Light the weed coughing, new crib loftin'\n[01:25.39] Where it's at? Austin, where's that? Texas\n[01:28.15] What's in front? Benz's, what else? Lexus\n[01:31.36] Well who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's\n[01:33.96] Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my Maybach\n[01:37.27] Whatever I send out homie I'ma make back\n[01:41.34] Can you believe it, whoa you gotta see it\n[01:46.06] I don't plan on going broke put that on my Maybach\n[01:49.10] Cause I'm in it to win now niggas can't take that\n[01:53.97] Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music\n[01:57.58] Boss!\n[02:03.88] Kush burn like petroleum\n[02:05.59] Crib need custodians\n[02:07.11] Shades in all shades\n[02:08.41] These made erodium\n[02:10.37] Use to be the Oldsmo\n[02:11.60] Hoes call it oh low\n[02:13.08] Now I got so many horses\n[02:14.68] Bitches call me Polo\n[02:16.47] 5762 tell me how ya wanna move\n[02:19.20] Yea you know I got them both,\n[02:20.85] Beat your ass black and blue\n[02:22.48] I was barely getting pretty women\n[02:25.55] Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter\n[02:28.72] Any winter Fendi denim like a slender nigga\n[02:31.54] Looking in the mirror I can see the real contender\n[02:34.64] Celery for even Gregory I'm on my dinner\n[02:37.49] So what the fuck is ya telling me other than your gender\n[02:40.64] I'm a boss and I'm riding like a small fault,\n[02:43.56] Niggas make your wheels and ride 'til they fall off yea Ross!\n[02:46.61] Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my Maybach\n[02:52.27] Whatever I send out homie I'ma make back\n[02:56.38] Can you believe it, whoa you gotta see it\n[03:01.03] I don't plan on going broke put that on my Maybach\n[03:04.24] Cause I'm in it to win now niggas can't take that\n[03:08.69] Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music\n[03:14.40] Well alright,\n[03:19.28] All black Maybach\n[03:20.67] I'm sitting in the asshole\n[03:22.37] Classy as a mother still gutter like a bad bowl\n[03:25.41] Benjamin Franklin on x how the cash row\n[03:28.30] That's right them mill due like damn clothes\n[03:31.77] I eat ya mill too\n[03:32.96] We don't feel you\n[03:34.47] And we be strapping up like the navy seal do\n[03:37.85] Sweet as banana split every time I peel through,\n[03:40.47] Fresher than will smith and uncle Phil too\n[03:43.71] Watching T-V in the Maybach in traffic,\n[03:46.23] I'm on my feet like tough acting Tinactin\n[03:49.75] I'm running this shit\n[03:50.75] You should try tackling,\n[03:52.58] Lil Wayne in one word immaculate,\n[03:55.65] You see the Biggie, you see the Jay, the Tupac in him,\n[03:58.40] The Kurt Cobain, the Andre three stacks\n[04:01.76] And then I'm back to doing shit like I do sing Maybach music\n[04:04.32] Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my Maybach\n[04:07.64] Whatever I send out homie I'ma make back\n[04:11.35] Can you believe it, whoa you gotta see it\n[04:16.23] I don't plan on going broke put that on my Maybach\n[04:19.25] Cause I'm in it to win now niggas can't take that\n[04:23.91] Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Maybach Music 2 - Album Version (Edited)\n artist: Rick Ross\n album: Deeper Than Rap\n duration_ms: 299912\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my Maybach\n start_ms: 18900\n end_ms: 22360\n- text: Whatever I send out homie I'ma make back\n start_ms: 22360\n end_ms: 25970\n- text: Can you believe it, whoa you gotta see it\n start_ms: 25970\n end_ms: 31110\n- text: I don't plan on going broke put that on my Maybach\n start_ms: 31110\n end_ms: 34340\n- text: Cause I'm in it to win now niggas can't take that\n start_ms: 34340\n end_ms: 39470\n- text: Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music\n start_ms: 39470\n end_ms: 44290\n- text: Martin Louis the King Jr.\n start_ms: 44290\n end_ms: 46200\n- text: Starting, all that stuntin' is gonna ruin ya\n start_ms: 46200\n end_ms: 49270\n- text: B.I. was alive he probably had a two tone\n start_ms: 49270\n end_ms: 52100\n- text: With the Grey Poupon\n start_ms: 52100\n end_ms: 53550\n- text: Anything yay poop on\n start_ms: 53550\n end_ms: 55120\n- text: Will explode\n start_ms: 55120\n end_ms: 56530\n- text: Cause I am the shit and this is my commode\n start_ms: 56530\n end_ms: 59570\n- text: Uh oh there they go\n start_ms: 59570\n end_ms: 60970\n- text: Talking about how ya boy clothes extra tight\n start_ms: 60970\n end_ms: 64580\n- text: I just remember that my limelight extra bright\n start_ms: 64580\n end_ms: 67940\n- text: I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype,\n start_ms: 67940\n end_ms: 70560\n- text: You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke\n start_ms: 70560\n end_ms: 73710\n- text: We know who not getting no sex tonight\n start_ms: 73710\n end_ms: 76610\n- text: And a lap dance will probably be a blessing right.\n start_ms: 76610\n end_ms: 79720\n- text: So all the shit you talking dead, coffin\n start_ms: 79720\n end_ms: 82470\n- text: Light the weed coughing, new crib loftin'\n start_ms: 82470\n end_ms: 85390\n- text: Where it's at? 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niggas can't take that\n Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music\n Martin Louis the King Jr.\n Starting, all that stuntin' is gonna ruin ya\n B.I. was alive he probably had a two tone\n With the Grey Poupon\n Anything yay poop on\n Will explode\n Cause I am the shit and this is my commode\n Uh oh there they go\n Talking about how ya boy clothes extra tight\n I just remember that my limelight extra bright\n I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype,\n You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke\n We know who not getting no sex tonight\n And a lap dance will probably be a blessing right.\n So all the shit you talking dead, coffin\n Light the weed coughing, new crib loftin'\n Where it's at? Austin, where's that? Texas\n What's in front? Benz's, what else? Lexus\n Well who's Maybach is this? 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Who\nYou gotta see it\n'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\nListen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music\n\nMartin, Louiee the King Junior\nStartin' all that stunti' is gonna ruin ya\nB I was a lie, he probably had a two-tone\nWith the great poop on, anything that Ye poop on\nWill explode, 'cause I am the shit and this is my kamol\nOh oh that it go\nTalkin' 'bout how your boys clothes extra tight\nI just remembered that my lime light extra bright\nI hit the Strip Club as girls get extra hype\nYou hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke\nWe know who not gettin' no sex tonight\nAnd a lap dance will probably be a blessin' right\nSo all this shit you talkin' dead, Coffin\nLike the weed coffin\nNew Crib: Lofton\nWhere is that? Austin\nWhere is that? Texas\nWhat's in front: Benzes\nWhat else? Lexus\nWell whose Maybach is this? Mr. West's\n\nRealest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\nWhatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach\nCan you believe that? Who\nYou gotta see it\n'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\nListen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music\n\nBoss\nKush burn like controlium\nCrib need custodians\nShades in all shades\nB's made of rodium\nUsed to be the - Smoke\nHoe's call it - Low\nNow I got so many horses bitches call me polo\n57, 62\nTell me how you wanna move\nYeah you know I got them both\nBeat your ass black and blue\nI was barely gettin' pretty women\nNow I scoop any winners like Kitty Litter\nAny winner fended denim like a slender nigger\nLookin' in the mirror I can see the real contender\nSellin' reeffer even Gregory I'm on my dinner\nSo what the fuck are you tellin' me other than your gender?\nI'm a boss and I ride them like a small Vogue\nNiggers make you wheels and ride them until they fall off\nYeah, Ross\n\nRealest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\nWhatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach\nCan you believe that? Who\nYou gotta see it\n'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\nListen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music\n\nAll black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole\nClassy as a mother still gutter as a bad ball\nBenjamin Franklin on ex how that cash roll\nThat's right, them mills do like damp clothes\nI eat your meal too, we don't feel you\nAnd we be strappin' up like the Navy Seal do\nSweet as banana split everytime I peel through\nFresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too\nWatchin' TV in the Maybach in traffic\nI'm on my feet like tough actin' ten actin'\nI'm runnin' this shit, you should try tacklin'\nLil' Wayne in one word: Immaculate\n\nYou see the Big, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him\n\nThe Kurt Cobain and Andre Three Stacks then I'm back to doing shit like I do\nSing Maybach Music\n\nRealest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\nWhatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach\nCan you believe that? Who\nYou gotta see it\n'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\nListen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.83]Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\n[00:22.96]Whatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach\n[00:26.66]Can you believe that? Who\n[00:29.79]You gotta see it\n[00:31.72]'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n[00:34.88]'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\n[00:39.38]Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music\n[00:44.16]Martin, Louiee the King Junior\n[00:46.63]Startin' all that stunti' is gonna ruin ya\n[00:49.83]B I was a lie, he probably had a two-tone\n[00:52.84]With the great poop on, anything that Ye poop on\n[00:55.97]Will explode, 'cause I am the shit and this is my kamol\n[01:00.25]Oh oh that it go\n[01:02.19]Talkin' 'bout how your boys clothes extra tight\n[01:05.18]I just remembered that my lime light extra bright\n[01:08.04]I hit the Strip Club as girls get extra hype\n[01:11.16]You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke\n[01:14.50]We know who not gettin' no sex tonight\n[01:17.27]And a lap dance will probably be a blessin' right\n[01:20.09]So all this shit you talkin' dead, Coffin\n[01:22.91]Like the weed coffin\n[01:24.47]New Crib: Lofton\n[01:25.90]Where is that? 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Who\n[01:44.57]You gotta see it\n[01:46.78]'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n[01:49.83]'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\n[01:54.33]Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music\n[02:00.98]Boss\n[02:04.86]Kush burn like controlium\n[02:06.42]Crib need custodians\n[02:07.67]Shades in all shades\n[02:09.43]B's made of rodium\n[02:10.97]Used to be the - Smoke\n[02:12.41]Hoe's call it - Low\n[02:13.87]Now I got so many horses bitches call me polo\n[02:18.33]57, 62\n[02:18.37]Tell me how you wanna move\n[02:19.97]Yeah you know I got them both\n[02:21.42]Beat your ass black and blue\n[02:24.09]I was barely gettin' pretty women\n[02:26.23]Now I scoop any winners like Kitty Litter\n[02:29.32]Any winner fended denim like a slender nigger\n[02:32.27]Lookin' in the mirror I can see the real contender\n[02:35.22]Sellin' reeffer even Gregory I'm on my dinner\n[02:38.03]So what the fuck are you tellin' me other than your gender?\n[02:41.24]I'm a boss and I ride them like a small Vogue\n[02:44.23]Niggers make you wheels and ride them until they fall off\n[02:47.39]Yeah, Ross\n[02:49.89]Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\n[02:52.99]Whatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach\n[02:56.66]Can you believe that? 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Who\n You gotta see it\n 'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n 'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\n Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music\n\n All black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole\n Classy as a mother still gutter as a bad ball\n Benjamin Franklin on ex how that cash roll\n That's right, them mills do like damp clothes\n I eat your meal too, we don't feel you\n And we be strappin' up like the Navy Seal do\n Sweet as banana split everytime I peel through\n Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too\n Watchin' TV in the Maybach in traffic\n I'm on my feet like tough actin' ten actin'\n I'm runnin' this shit, you should try tacklin'\n Lil' Wayne in one word: Immaculate\n\n You see the Big, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him\n\n The Kurt Cobain and Andre Three Stacks then I'm back to doing shit like I do\n Sing Maybach Music\n\n Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\n Whatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach\n Can you believe that? 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Whoa-ooh-ooh\nYou gotta see it (hey)\n'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach\n'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that\nListen to my Maybach music\nTo my Maybach music\n\nMartin, Louie the King Jr\nStartin' all that stuntin' is gon' ruin you\nB.I. was alive, he'd prob'ly have the 2-tone\nWith the Grey Poupon, anythin' 'Ye poop on\nWill explode cause I am the shit and this is my commode\nUh-oh, there they go\nTalkin' 'bout how your boy's clothes extra tight\nI just remembered that my limelight extra bright\nI hit the strip club and girls get extra hype\nYou hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke\nWe know who not gettin' no sex tonight\nAnd a lap dance'll probably be a blessin', right?\nSo all the shit you talkin' dead, coffin\nLight the weed, coughin', new crib, loft in\nWhere it's at? Austin, where is that? Texas\nWhat's in front? Benzes, what else? Lexus\nWell who's Maybach is this? 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Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\nWhatever I send out, homie I'ma make back\nCan you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh\nYou gotta see it (hey)\n'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach\n'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that\nListen to my Maybach music\nTo my Maybach music\n\nWell alright, heheh!\nAll black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole\nClassy as a mother, still gutter like a bad bowl\nBenjamin Franklin on X how that cash roll\nThat's right, the mills do like damp clothes\nI eat your meal too, we don't feel you\nAnd we be strappin' up like the Navy Seal do\nSweet as banana split everytime I peel through\nFresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too\nWatchin' TV in the Maybach in traffic\nI'm on my feet like Tough Actin' Tinactin\nI'm runnin' this shit, you should try tacklin'\nLil Wayne in one word, immaculate\nYou see the BIG, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him\nThe Kurt Cobain, the Andre Three Stacks\nAnd then I'm back to doin' shit like I do's in Maybach music\n\nRealest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\nWhatever I send out, homie I'ma make back\nCan you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh\nYou gotta see it (hey)\n'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach\n'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that\nListen to my Maybach music\nTo my Maybach music","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.84] Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\n[00:22.90] Whatever I send out homie I'ma make back\n[00:26.71] Can you believe that? 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Who\nYou gotta see it\n'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\nListen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music\n\nMartin, Louiee the King Junior\nStartin' all that stunti' is gonna ruin ya\nB I was a lie, he probably had a two-tone\nWith the great poop on, anything that Ye poop on\nWill explode, 'cause I am the shit and this is my kamol\nOh oh that it go\nTalkin' 'bout how your boys clothes extra tight\nI just remembered that my lime light extra bright\nI hit the Strip Club as girls get extra hype\nYou hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke\nWe know who not gettin' no sex tonight\nAnd a lap dance will probably be a blessin' right\nSo all this shit you talkin' dead, Coffin\nLike the weed coffin\nNew Crib: Lofton\nWhere is that? Austin\nWhere is that? Texas\nWhat's in front: Benzes\nWhat else? Lexus\nWell whose Maybach is this? 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Who\nYou gotta see it\n'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\nListen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music\n\nAll black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole\nClassy as a mother still gutter as a bad ball\nBenjamin Franklin on ex how that cash roll\nThat's right, them mills do like damp clothes\nI eat your meal too, we don't feel you\nAnd we be strappin' up like the Navy Seal do\nSweet as banana split everytime I peel through\nFresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too\nWatchin' TV in the Maybach in traffic\nI'm on my feet like tough actin' ten actin'\nI'm runnin' this shit, you should try tacklin'\nLil' Wayne in one word: Immaculate\n\nYou see the Big, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him\n\nThe Kurt Cobain and Andre Three Stacks then I'm back to doing shit like I do\nSing Maybach Music\n\nRealest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\nWhatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach\nCan you believe that? 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Who\n You gotta see it\n 'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n 'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\n Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music\n\n Martin, Louiee the King Junior\n Startin' all that stunti' is gonna ruin ya\n B I was a lie, he probably had a two-tone\n With the great poop on, anything that Ye poop on\n Will explode, 'cause I am the shit and this is my kamol\n Oh oh that it go\n Talkin' 'bout how your boys clothes extra tight\n I just remembered that my lime light extra bright\n I hit the Strip Club as girls get extra hype\n You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke\n We know who not gettin' no sex tonight\n And a lap dance will probably be a blessin' right\n So all this shit you talkin' dead, Coffin\n Like the weed coffin\n New Crib: Lofton\n Where is that? Austin\n Where is that? Texas\n What's in front: Benzes\n What else? Lexus\n Well whose Maybach is this? 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Who\n You gotta see it\n 'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n 'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\n Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music\n\n All black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole\n Classy as a mother still gutter as a bad ball\n Benjamin Franklin on ex how that cash roll\n That's right, them mills do like damp clothes\n I eat your meal too, we don't feel you\n And we be strappin' up like the Navy Seal do\n Sweet as banana split everytime I peel through\n Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too\n Watchin' TV in the Maybach in traffic\n I'm on my feet like tough actin' ten actin'\n I'm runnin' this shit, you should try tacklin'\n Lil' Wayne in one word: Immaculate\n\n You see the Big, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him\n\n The Kurt Cobain and Andre Three Stacks then I'm back to doing shit like I do\n Sing Maybach Music\n\n Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\n Whatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach\n Can you believe that? Who\n You gotta see it\n 'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n 'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\n Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music\n"},{"id":25636896,"name":"Maybach Music 2","trackName":"Maybach Music 2","artistName":"Kanye West/Lil Wayne/Rick Ross/T-Pain","albumName":"Deeper Than Rap [Clean]","duration":299.6051,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\nWhatever I send out homie I'ma make back\nCan you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh\nYou gotta see it (hey)\n'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach\n'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that\nListen to my Maybach music\nTo my Maybach music\n\nMartin, Louie the King Jr\nStartin' all that stuntin' is gon' ruin you\nB.I. was alive, he'd prob'ly have the 2-tone\nWith the Grey Poupon, anythin' 'Ye poop on\nWill explode cause I am the shit and this is my commode\nUh-oh, there they go\nTalkin' 'bout how your boy's clothes extra tight\nI just remembered that my limelight extra bright\nI hit the strip club and girls get extra hype\nYou hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke\nWe know who not gettin' no sex tonight\nAnd a lap dance'll probably be a blessin', right?\nSo all the shit you talkin' dead, coffin\nLight the weed, coughin', new crib, loft in\nWhere it's at? Austin, where is that? Texas\nWhat's in front? Benzes, what else? Lexus\nWell who's Maybach is this? 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Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\nWhatever I send out, homie I'ma make back\nCan you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh\nYou gotta see it (hey)\n'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach\n'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that\nListen to my Maybach music\nTo my Maybach music\n\nWell alright, heheh!\nAll black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole\nClassy as a mother, still gutter like a bad bowl\nBenjamin Franklin on X how that cash roll\nThat's right, the mills do like damp clothes\nI eat your meal too, we don't feel you\nAnd we be strappin' up like the Navy Seal do\nSweet as banana split everytime I peel through\nFresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too\nWatchin' TV in the Maybach in traffic\nI'm on my feet like Tough Actin' Tinactin\nI'm runnin' this shit, you should try tacklin'\nLil Wayne in one word, immaculate\nYou see the BIG, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him\nThe Kurt Cobain, the Andre Three Stacks\nAnd then I'm back to doin' shit like I do's in Maybach music\n\nRealest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\nWhatever I send out, homie I'ma make back\nCan you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh\nYou gotta see it (hey)\n'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach\n'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that\nListen to my Maybach music\nTo my Maybach music","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.84] Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\n[00:22.90] Whatever I send out homie I'ma make back\n[00:26.71] Can you believe that? 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Whoa-ooh-ooh\n You gotta see it (hey)\n 'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach\n 'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that\n Listen to my Maybach music\n To my Maybach music\n\n Martin, Louie the King Jr\n Startin' all that stuntin' is gon' ruin you\n B.I. was alive, he'd prob'ly have the 2-tone\n With the Grey Poupon, anythin' 'Ye poop on\n Will explode cause I am the shit and this is my commode\n Uh-oh, there they go\n Talkin' 'bout how your boy's clothes extra tight\n I just remembered that my limelight extra bright\n I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype\n You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke\n We know who not gettin' no sex tonight\n And a lap dance'll probably be a blessin', right?\n So all the shit you talkin' dead, coffin\n Light the weed, coughin', new crib, loft in\n Where it's at? Austin, where is that? Texas\n What's in front? Benzes, what else? Lexus\n Well who's Maybach is this? 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Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\n Whatever I send out, homie I'ma make back\n Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh\n You gotta see it (hey)\n 'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach\n 'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that\n Listen to my Maybach music\n To my Maybach music\n\n Well alright, heheh!\n All black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole\n Classy as a mother, still gutter like a bad bowl\n Benjamin Franklin on X how that cash roll\n That's right, the mills do like damp clothes\n I eat your meal too, we don't feel you\n And we be strappin' up like the Navy Seal do\n Sweet as banana split everytime I peel through\n Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too\n Watchin' TV in the Maybach in traffic\n I'm on my feet like Tough Actin' Tinactin\n I'm runnin' this shit, you should try tacklin'\n Lil Wayne in one word, immaculate\n You see the BIG, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him\n The Kurt Cobain, the Andre Three Stacks\n And then I'm back to doin' shit like I do's in Maybach music\n\n Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\n Whatever I send out, homie I'ma make back\n Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh\n You gotta see it (hey)\n 'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach\n 'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that\n Listen to my Maybach music\n To my Maybach music\n"},{"id":4864122,"name":"Maybach Music 2","trackName":"Maybach Music 2","artistName":"Rick Ross feat. T‐Pain, Lil Wayne & Kanye West","albumName":"Deeper Than Rap","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\nWhatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach\nCan you believe that? Who\nYou gotta see it\n'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\nListen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music\n\nMartin, Louiee the King Junior\nStartin' all that stunti' is gonna ruin ya\nB I was a lie, he probably had a two-tone\nWith the great poop on, anything that Ye poop on\nWill explode, 'cause I am the shit and this is my kamol\nOh oh that it go\nTalkin' 'bout how your boys clothes extra tight\nI just remembered that my lime light extra bright\nI hit the Strip Club as girls get extra hype\nYou hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke\nWe know who not gettin' no sex tonight\nAnd a lap dance will probably be a blessin' right\nSo all this shit you talkin' dead, Coffin\nLike the weed coffin\nNew Crib: Lofton\nWhere is that? Austin\nWhere is that? Texas\nWhat's in front: Benzes\nWhat else? Lexus\nWell whose Maybach is this? 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Who\nYou gotta see it\n'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach\n'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that\nListen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music\n\nAll black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole\nClassy as a mother still gutter as a bad ball\nBenjamin Franklin on ex how that cash roll\nThat's right, them mills do like damp clothes\nI eat your meal too, we don't feel you\nAnd we be strappin' up like the Navy Seal do\nSweet as banana split everytime I peel through\nFresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too\nWatchin' TV in the Maybach in traffic\nI'm on my feet like tough actin' ten actin'\nI'm runnin' this shit, you should try tacklin'\nLil' Wayne in one word: Immaculate\n\nYou see the Big, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him\n\nThe Kurt Cobain and Andre Three Stacks then I'm back to doing shit like I do\nSing Maybach Music\n\nRealest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach\nWhatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach\nCan you believe that? 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