Luyện nghe bài hát The Motto (Remix)

[Verse 1: Meek
Bottle bottle, model after model
Spending all paper like I fucking hit the lotto
All I know is YOLO, nigga, the motto
Ricky told me, "Get em," and I him that I got 'em
And I got 'em every day, day
Bad and she gon fuck me every way, never stay
Once I hit it, I'm dipping that-a-way, that-a-way
Young nigga from the bottom and I had a way
I really from whipping 62's to whipping 62's
Ain't none of my niggas Crip, and we giving the blues
We buying they hoes bags, getting bitches shoes
You wondering why she fucking, we winning, nigga you lose
Yeah, I'm
I pull up in a Ghost, hundred on my
And all my diamonds clear, VVS'ing
I turn a toilet on these niggas, they BS-ing
Two fingers, did it on 'em
up, I really shitted on 'em
I Dreamchaser and I made a milli on 'em
It don't matter what I'm in, I'm going Philly in 'em
With my red P hat, you know we back
I'm to Houston, I heard that's where they cheap at
I put them Percs down, think I'm 'bout to relapse
Just to give her dope dick and ask her for feedback
Like Shorty, do you this dick?
You who you fucking with?
Grab her by her weave, smack her ass you fucking bitch
Dont I talk nasty, she dont my government
But she gon get this and chew me up just like some Double Mint
me I be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof
Bad bitches waving at me, real salute
I aint gotta lie, they Im the truth
And I aint gotta say Im fly, this G5 the crew
Im in the air bitch, diamonds clear
off my Rollie and got on some Audemeer shit
I hear haters talking, but I dont hear shit
Cause we get them bricks and stack up just like a pyramid

niggas talk like bitches do
Same in the district giving interviews
I got on my team thatll get at you
For a or two, really put an end to you

[Verse 2:
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Black (?), sag jean - low
Effortless flow, a couple sumn a
Youngin is 21, we (?)
fuck up your budget, yea, Im playing with numbers
Put that on whatever, we running another summer
Liquor, lot of bottles, tab you I got it
Spend a night up at Diamonds, aint it you got it
Designer shit, Im modest, astonishing to be honest
shit on my arm, a presidential, you got it?
Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on
Niggas who too hard to not show it off via flossing
M G harder than anything that you part of
This professional ball, the best you is (?)
Yea Im on that ball shit, boy you with that soft
he hit the room, hear a Vroom! from the Porsche bitch
On that Yamaha, pardon me, thats Meek and
She say she is not a groupie, I wanna speak to them!
You though, you trying to go
Apply smoke and watch the motherfucking go
These little bitches is little bitches, we love em
To all the sisters with ambition, I see hustle
Im trying to go though, yall know though
Stepping on em, they on us, (?)
Whoever want it, they better that Im so focused
A message to my opponent: they better off trying to us
her in Chanel while your bitch is like an L
When she out, you (?), all she is like an L
Thats why I never a ho, no never me
I just wanna get head, maybe ass fore I leave
Fuck a beef, keep it moving, she influenced
You niggas keep sleeping, you gon need to (Cuba?)
I cant stand no motherfucking
Ima the reefer, you can have the hookah
Versace, Medusa, I probably, it
me, my crew, your bitch probably throw two up
Party bitches that throw parties too much
We right to fucking, they call you that (?)
And what up
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