Jay-Z - Maybach Music (ft. Rick Ross)歌词
下载《Maybach Music (ft. Rick Ross)文本歌词》Rick Ross - Maybach Music 2 (Feat. T-Pain, Kanye West & Lil Wayne)
(T-pain)
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it.
And I dont plan on goin pro
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas cant take that
Listen to my Maybach Music,
To my Maybach Music
(Kanye West)
Martin Luie the King Junior
Startin all that stuntin is gon ruin yuh
B I was a lie, he probly had a 2 tone
With the gray pup'on, anything Ye poop on
Will explode, cuz I am the shit 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 shit you talking dead, coffin,
Like the weed coughin, new crib Loftin
Where its at, Austin, where is that Texas,
Whats in front Benzes, what else Lexus,
Well whos Maybach is this, Mr. Wests
(T-pain)
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it.
And I dont plan on goin pro
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas cant 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 of 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 ass 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 nigga
Lookin in the mirror I can see the real contender
Celery for even Gregory im on my dinner
So what the fuck was you tellin me other than your gender
Im the boss and im ridin em like a small four
Niggas make yuh wheels and ride till they fall of
Yea, ROSS
(T-pain)
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it.
And I dont plan on goin pro
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas cant take that
Listen to my Maybach Music,
To my Maybach Music
(Weezy)
Well alright, haha
All 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
ANd we be strappin up, Like the Navy SEALS 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
Im on my feet like Tough Actin Tinactin
Im runnin this ish, you should try tacklin
Lil Wayne in one word, Immaculate
You see the Biggie, See the Jada, 2 Pac, and him
The Curt Cobain, and Andre 3 stacks,
And then im back to doin shitt
Like i do sing Maybach Musik
(T-pain)
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it.
And I dont plan on goin pro
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas cant take that
Listen to my Maybach Music,
To my Maybach Music
(T-pain)
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it.
And I dont plan on goin pro
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas cant take that
Listen to my Maybach Music,
To my Maybach Music
(Kanye West)
Martin Luie the King Junior
Startin all that stuntin is gon ruin yuh
B I was a lie, he probly had a 2 tone
With the gray pup'on, anything Ye poop on
Will explode, cuz I am the shit 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 shit you talking dead, coffin,
Like the weed coughin, new crib Loftin
Where its at, Austin, where is that Texas,
Whats in front Benzes, what else Lexus,
Well whos Maybach is this, Mr. Wests
(T-pain)
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it.
And I dont plan on goin pro
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas cant 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 of 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 ass 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 nigga
Lookin in the mirror I can see the real contender
Celery for even Gregory im on my dinner
So what the fuck was you tellin me other than your gender
Im the boss and im ridin em like a small four
Niggas make yuh wheels and ride till they fall of
Yea, ROSS
(T-pain)
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it.
And I dont plan on goin pro
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas cant take that
Listen to my Maybach Music,
To my Maybach Music
(Weezy)
Well alright, haha
All 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
ANd we be strappin up, Like the Navy SEALS 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
Im on my feet like Tough Actin Tinactin
Im runnin this ish, you should try tacklin
Lil Wayne in one word, Immaculate
You see the Biggie, See the Jada, 2 Pac, and him
The Curt Cobain, and Andre 3 stacks,
And then im back to doin shitt
Like i do sing Maybach Musik
(T-pain)
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it.
And I dont plan on goin pro
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas cant take that
Listen to my Maybach Music,
To my Maybach Music
Maybach Music (ft. Rick Ross)LRC歌词
下载《Maybach Music (ft. Rick Ross)LRC歌词》[ti:Maybach Music 2] [ar:Rick Ross] [al:Deeper Than Rap] [00:00.00]Rick Ross - Maybach Music 2 (Feat. T-Pain, Kanye West & Lil Wayne) [00:07.00] [00:19.75](T-pain) [00:20.07]Realest shit I ever wrote, [00:21.74]Chillin in my Maybach [00:22.91]Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay, [00:26.58]Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it. [00:31.48]And I dont plan on goin pro [00:33.62]Put that on my Maybach [00:35.16]Im in it to win now niggas cant take that [00:37.78]Listen to my Maybach Music, [00:43.11]To my Maybach Music [00:44.68] [00:44.86](Kanye West) [00:45.02]Martin Luie the King Junior [00:46.84]Startin all that stuntin is gon ruin yuh [00:49.74]B I was a lie, he probly had a 2 tone [00:52.76]With the gray pup'on, anything Ye poop on [00:55.84]Will explode, cuz I am the shit and [00:58.88]This is my commode, uh oh there they go [01:02.10]Talking bout how yuh boy clothes extra tight [01:04.36]I just remembered that my lime light extra bright [01:08.10]I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype [01:11.05]You hit the strip cub and girls turn extra dike [01:14.10]We know who not getting no sex tonight [01:17.05]And a lap dance will probly be a blessin right [01:19.99]So all that shit you talking dead, coffin, [01:23.00]Like the weed coughin, new crib Loftin [01:25.89]Where its at, Austin, where is that Texas, [01:28.86]Whats in front Benzes, what else Lexus, [01:32.38]Well whos Maybach is this, Mr. Wests [01:34.58] [01:34.86](T-pain) [01:35.06]Realest shit I ever wrote, [01:36.57]Chillin in my Maybach [01:37.86]Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay, [01:41.68]Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it. [01:46.98]And I dont plan on goin pro [01:48.66]Put that on my Maybach [01:49.91]Im in it to win now niggas cant take that [01:53.04]Listen to my Maybach Music, [01:57.98]To my Maybach Music [02:01.14] [02:01.37](Rick Ross) [02:01.52]Boss [02:04.57]Kush burn like petroleum, crib meak custodians [02:07.81]Shades or no shades, bees made of rhodium [02:10.83]Used to be the O-Smoke hoes call it O-Lo [02:13.87]Now I got so many horses bitches call me Polo [02:16.86]Fifty seven, sixty two tell me how you wanna move [02:19.87]Ya you know I got them both beat yuh ass black and blue [02:23.08]I was barely getting pretty women, now I scoup Emmy winners like kitty litter [02:29.05]Any winner fended in em like a slender nigga [02:32.21]Lookin in the mirror I can see the real contender [02:35.12]Celery for even Gregory im on my dinner [02:38.01]So what the fuck was you tellin me other than your gender [02:41.09]Im the boss and im ridin em like a small four [02:44.17]Niggas make yuh wheels and ride till they fall of [02:47.57]Yea, ROSS [02:49.29] [02:49.49](T-pain) [02:49.68]Realest shit I ever wrote, [02:51.70]Chillin in my Maybach [02:52.84]Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay, [02:56.53]Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it. [03:01.82]And I dont plan on goin pro [03:03.49]Put that on my Maybach [03:04.86]Im in it to win now niggas cant take that [03:09.13]Listen to my Maybach Music, [03:12.99]To my Maybach Music [03:17.53] [03:17.74](Weezy) [03:17.93]Well alright, haha [03:20.05]All Black, Maybach im sittin in the asshole [03:22.80]Classy as a Mutha, still gutta like a bad blow [03:25.89]Benjamin Franklin, on Ex how dat cash roll [03:29.07]Dats right them Billz, due like damn clothes [03:32.20]I eatcha meal to, we dont feel you [03:35.30]ANd we be strappin up, Like the Navy SEALS do [03:38.23]Sweet as a bannana split everytime I peel through [03:41.25]Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too [03:44.33]Watchin T.V. in the Maybach in traffic [03:47.03]Im on my feet like Tough Actin Tinactin [03:50.14]Im runnin this ish, you should try tacklin [03:53.09]Lil Wayne in one word, Immaculate [03:56.20]You see the Biggie, See the Jada, 2 Pac, and him [03:59.29]The Curt Cobain, and Andre 3 stacks, [04:02.19]And then im back to doin shitt [04:03.16]Like i do sing Maybach Musik [04:04.30] [04:04.51](T-pain) [04:04.69]Realest shit I ever wrote, [04:06.56]Chillin in my Maybach [04:07.84]Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay, [04:11.85]Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it. [04:16.79]And I dont plan on goin pro [04:18.60]Put that on my Maybach [04:20.16]Im in it to win now niggas cant take that [04:24.56]Listen to my Maybach Music, [04:27.97]To my Maybach Music [04:30.99]Rick Ross - Maybach Music 2 (Feat. T-Pain, Kanye West & Lil Wayne) [04:45.00]