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Key Glock - Maybach lyrics

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Maybach by Key Glock


[Intro]
Sosa 808 got this b**ch knockin’, nigga, ayy
[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like, “Where your shirt at?”
b**ch, why you worried? I’m flexin’ on purpose (Yeah)
Killers in my circle (Yeah), two straps on me, Urkel (Fire)
[Verse 1]
Goon by the beam, b**ch, we tote a lot of things (Yeah)
Young nigga eatin’, watch me floss my flawless teeth, uh (Yeah)
Benz limousine, S600 killed the scene, uh
Summertime fine, she sip wine, I sip lean, yeah
I get dough, Krispy Kreame (Dough), b**ch, this hustlin’ in my genes
Grandma house with collard greens, yeah, you know your boy was eatin’ (Glizzock)
I been pimpin’ since a teen, can’t you tell? Look at my rings (b**ch)
And I’m only 21, goddamn near milly worth of bling, yeah
I just pulled up McLaren, got these hoes starin’ (Starin’)
Doors up, eye candy (What?), can’t park it so I land it
Bad b**ch bandit, I want her so I smash it (Come here)
I make it look like magic, yeah, watch me Shaq Attack it (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap (Glizzock)
I got all my chains on, but they like, “Where your shirt at?” (What?)
b**ch, why you worried? I’m flexin’ on purpose (Yeah)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel (Fire, fire)
[Verse 2]
Ooh, alley-oop, I pass that b**ch right to the crew, yeah
Feel like Uncle Luke, I make these b**chess how they boobs, yeah
Creepin’ with your boo around 2, and the coupe go two somethin’
Yeah, b**ch I be drippy, I be killin’ sh*t, I’m gruesome (Drip)
Just hopped out of the Maybach
High as f**k, where my shades at?
Eighty in my Louis bag, can’t call this a purse, jack
TSA with big racks, they like, “Where you work at?”
And I don’t want no verses, man, these niggas too wack (The f**k?)
Cappin’ and they fraud, that’s on God, yeah (On God), uh
Lil’ nigga livin’ extra large (Large), on God (On God)
And you know I keep that carbon in my car, yeah, on God (Fire)
In that big body, sometimes hard to park it, on God, yeah
[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like, “Where your shirt at?” (Yeah)
b**ch, why you worried? (b**ch), I’m flexin’ on purpose (Flex)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel (Fire)



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