Maybach (Remix)
Song by 42 Dugg
Featured artist: Future
Produced by G1 (Producer), Chosen 1 & Yung Dee
Album: Free Dem Boyz
Released: 21 May 2021
On “Maybach,” 42 Dugg speaks about continuing to master his craft, improving his lyricism, production, and overall music regardless of the success he already has achieved.
The rapper compares this success to his old days where he had to trap accompanied by a verse from Future who continues the same topic.
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42 Dugg ft. Future – Maybach (Remix) Lyrics:
[Intro: 42 Dugg]
(Dee, you poppin’ your sh!t, n!gga)
(G, I think we got one)
Only love I ever felt was for my mama, on my mama
Miss my grandma, miss my uncle
Rest in peace Neff and Rece
Cash out, thick b!tch from the Westside
Cash, dawg, no, this is not a S-Class
Maybach, I been turnin’ up for my city
I been turnin’ up for my city
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
Richie Rich, fvck her, then I leave, b!tch, ain’t no, “Give me kiss”
All or nothin’, freak b!tch call me Dugg and I don’t call her number
She finessin’, baby, I need a dime
Baby, I need a, yeah, leave a message
Dawg, you known 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, brand nеw, no mileage
Fvck me before I start wildin’
Calm me down
Sixes, brown, tickin’ bomb
Sippin’ Dom Pérignon
B!tches fine, glizzy, nine
Play and get shot
I’m still missin’ my pops
When is you gettin’ out?
I been turnin’ up for my city (Turn me up)
I been turnin’ up for my city
[Verse 2: Future & 42 Dugg]
Tell Dess make me some noodles
Turn my young b!tch to a shooter
Damn, I miss OG Double, taught me how to pimp and hustle
I go and hit a lick, you can go and ask Bubba
Big blocks, tote real choppers
Whole lotta shooters, you don’t want no problems
R.I.P. Junebug, taught me in the broad day
Tryna pay this lawyer for my lil’ ones, gon’ be a cold case
Magic City, I’m the owner
Tell Steve Harvey I don’t want her
One thing I never seen was a b!tch that leave
Every time I crank the car, I don’t use a key
Push-start, foreign whip
Two glizzies, extended clips
I don’t go a day bein’ sober
Pour a lotta dope in my soda
Magic City, I’m the owner
Tell Steve Harvey I don’t want her
Sixes brown, tickin’ bomb, sippin’ Dom Pérignon
Big ridin’, really, I’m a don
Made these b!tches wait in line
I done came out the muddy
I done put the most white diamonds on the blackest hoes
[Outro: 42 Dugg, Future & Both]
I’m just turnin’ up for my city (Turn me up)
I’m just turnin’ up for my city
I’m just turnin’ up for my city (Turn me up)
I been turnin’ up for my city
Grandma, daddy, mama, sister, I been through so much lately
Run it up and stash it, damn near two million on that mattress
CMG, that’s who I signed to, but I like my pockets full
I got my game from the streets, I barely went to school
I know nine Dugg, slow down, shawty
Four times, I don’t really like to squash
On my daddy, on my mama
I don’t really like to squash
