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Dave East – Maybach East Mix Lyrics

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Dave East – Maybach (East Mix) Lyrics

Maybach (East Mix) by Dave East

[Intro]
Cool, I just paint it blue
Ooh, your b—h ate me too
BlocBoy what’s cracking?
I had to do this s–t

[Hook/Chorus]
Riding in a m———-g Maybach
My homie he fresh out, he just did eight flat
Connect fronted some work, I still ain’t payed back
Every snitch should die, on God I hate rats
Riding in a m———-g Maybach
My homie he fresh out, he just did eight flat
Connect fronted some work, I still ain’t payed back
Every snitch should die, on God I hate rats

[Verse]
Cool, I just paint it blue
Ooh, your b—h ate the crew
True, gang I bang it too
Do, what I came to do
Ice, water just splash in the Patek
I caught him in traffic on Madison
I took his top off with some (?) s–t
600 start up automatic
No response, I act like I don’t hear that
Told my b—h, bring a friend ya’ll share that
Head shot, aim, right where your beard at
New Glock, shoot you right out your Air
AMIRI and Off White, I wear that
Slippers on ’em blocks where you n—-s scared at
Everywhere I go, my jewelry I wear that
Same club you front in, you end up dead at
I’m so (?)
I’m not tryna go where the fed’s at
You jacking my bro ’til I dead that
Tell (?)
I bought a Rover with my first check
And I ain’t even went to work yet
Catch an opp and leave his shirt wet
How New York sound, yeah I heard Flex
BlocBoy that’s my Grape
Now I got the cops talking ’bout my tapes
Scrap you in the box, cause I’m gaining weight
on the plug, I ain’t tryna wait
New Prada’s with the straps
Call my n—-s Fats, send another batch
She give me head and get a cab
I’ll come outside and get a bag
I ain’t talking bout the dance, when me and Wiz did the dab
I left kids in her mouth, she had your kids and you mad
We got a crib in the South, and bought some whips with the cash
I got a stick in my bag, you play I’m unzipping it fast

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[Hook/Chorus]
Riding in a m———-g Maybach
My homie he fresh out, he just did eight flat
Connect fronted some work, I still ain’t payed back
Every snitch should die, on God I hate rats
Riding in a m———-g Maybach
My homie he fresh out he just did eight flat
Connect fronted some work, I still ain’t payed back
Every snitch should die, on God I hate rats

[Outro]
BlocBoy, my n—a
I f–k with the Rover, you know what I mean?
It’s Maybach season, my n—a
Big boy toys and s–t like that, blue lights, you dig?
Feel like first-class in the backseat
Maybach
My homie he fresh out, he just did eight flat
Every snitch should die, on God I hate rats

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