42 Dugg ft. Future – Maybach (Remix)

On “Maybach,” 42 Dugg speaks about persevering with to grasp his craft, bettering his lyricism, manufacturing, and total music whatever the success he already has achieved.

The rapper compares this success to his previous days the place he needed to lure accompanied by a verse from Future who continues the identical matter.

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42 Dugg ft. Future – Maybach (Remix) Lyrics:

[Intro: 42 Dugg]
(Dee, you poppin’ your sh!t, n!gga)
(G, I believe we acquired one)
Only love I ever felt was for my mama, on my mama
Miss my grandma, miss my uncle
Relaxation in peace Neff and Rece
Money out, thick b!tch from the Westside
Money, dawg, no, this isn’t a S-Class
Maybach, I been turnin’ up for my metropolis
I been turnin’ up for my metropolis

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
Richie Wealthy, fvck her, then I go away, b!tch, ain’t no, “Give me kiss”
All or nothin’, freak b!tch name me Dugg and I don’t name her quantity
She finessin’, child, I want a dime
Child, I want a, yeah, go away a message
Dawg, you identified for doggin’ hoes
Bae, I can’t fvck all them hoes
Take her shoppin’, she bе fly
Hermes, Chanel, and Prada
Gucci coat matchin’ my mama’s
’21, model nеw, no mileage
Fvck me earlier than I begin wildin’
Calm me down
Sixes, brown, tickin’ bomb
Sippin’ Dom Pérignon
B!tches positive, glizzy, 9
Play and get shot
I’m nonetheless missin’ my pops
When is you gettin’ out?
I been turnin’ up for my metropolis (Flip me up)
I been turnin’ up for my metropolis

[Verse 2: Future & 42 Dugg]
Inform Dess make me some noodles
Flip my younger b!tch to a shooter
Rattling, I miss OG Double, taught me easy methods to pimp and hustle
I’m going and hit a lick, you possibly can go and ask Bubba
Massive blocks, tote actual choppers
Entire lotta shooters, you don’t need no issues
R.I.P. Junebug, taught me within the broad day
Tryna pay this lawyer for my lil’ ones, gon’ be a chilly case
Magic Metropolis, I’m the proprietor
Tell Steve Harvey I don’t need her
One factor I by no means seen was a b!tch that go away
Each time I crank the automobile, I don’t use a key
Push-start, overseas whip
Two glizzies, prolonged clips
I don’t go a day bein’ sober
Pour a lotta dope in my soda
Magic Metropolis, I’m the proprietor
Inform Steve Harvey I don’t need her
Sixes brown, tickin’ bomb, sippin’ Dom Pérignon
Massive ridin’, actually, I’m a don
Made these b!tches wait in line
I executed got here out the muddy
I executed put probably the most white diamonds on the blackest hoes

[Outro: 42 Dugg, Future & Both]
I’m simply turnin’ up for my metropolis (Flip me up)
I’m simply turnin’ up for my metropolis
I’m simply turnin’ up for my metropolis (Flip me up)
I been turnin’ up for my metropolis
Grandma, daddy, mama, sister, I been by a lot these days
Run it up and stash it, rattling close to two million on that mattress
CMG, that’s who I signed to, however I like my pockets full
I acquired my sport from the streets, I barely went to high school
I do know 9 Dugg, decelerate, shawty
4 instances, I don’t actually wish to squash
On my daddy, on my mama
I don’t actually wish to squash