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Maybach Music, Pt. 3

作詞:William Leonard Roberts, Kanye West

My garage is flawless
Under a hundred thou when allowed
Maybach triple white like I'm riding in a cloud
No denim on my seats

Baby, you gon' need a towel
Ride sexy through the city see me you will be aroused
My bankroll so well endowed
Pull bitches from M.I.A. to A.T.L. in style

And in crowds catch me in town only stripping vegas
Chillin' been in bitches' faces with babies
Bitch bite yo' tongue, this just ain't a Mercedes
Tell the A.T.F. I'm riding with another 380

Ask my car costs
Y'all thought I would fall off that was just a small loss
We can have a ball off
Fly to N.Y. meet me at the Wall though

The story and architecture Victorian
Ridin' in the past like you're drivin' a Delorean
Hard times never heard of those, in the back, my feet kicked up
Get my dick sucked with the curtains closed

And for the record kid, my final question is
How yo' bitch gon' feel in that
When you two pull up next to this?
Maybach music, nigga

Everybody knows how the story goes
Money and the clothes they gon' come and go
But guess who stays the same? They gon' see the name
Stroll real slow where your colors roll

Yo, the piff that I'm blowin' on's fucking up the ozone
Plus I keep a dope line similar to Cold Stone's
Ice cream , pipe dreams is what they have
When I pull up in that light thing

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I put a hurtin' on, I got the curtains drawn
Whoever ain't gettin' shited on, I'm squirtin' on
I'm in that 6 doin' 57 for the health
Chopper in the trunk, 45 for the belt
Bunch of wax dummies all you guys gonna melt

Live for your kids, die for yourself
Bottles in the sky if you ride for the wealth
Peas on the block, pies on the shelf
Came in the back of the back
I ain't did nothin' else, I'm somthin' else

Everybody knows how the story goes
Money and the clothes they gon' come and go
But guess who stays the same? They gon' see the name
Stroll real slow where your colors roll

Cigar please, I came alive like a moff in the summer time
Japanese wheel blades all samurai
Shine brighter than them bitches on the other side
Time to make a blind mother fucker recognize

Ammunition got the competition nonexistent
Had the bubble crack but didn't have a pot to piss it
I'll double that the day you try to knock a nigga
Street scholar graduated, no father figure

Still tote chrome, check my chromosomes
Meet me halfway with things and a mobile home
Money machines yeah they lean like a mobile phone
I'm a Seven-Up I need a Coca-Cola loan

I'm in the hood like I'm James Evans
Cashmere hand-made sweater, me and money got a vendetta
Lookin' back to tell the truth I could'a did betta
Parents never had a good job
Now it's Black American Express cards

Maybach Music
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