Luyện nghe bài hát The Motto (Remix)

[Verse 1: Mill]
after bottle, model after model
Spending all this paper like I fucking hit the
All I is YOLO, nigga, that's the motto
Ricky told me, "Get em," and I him that I got 'em
And I got 'em day, every day
Bad bitch and she gon fuck me 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
none of my niggas Crip, and we giving niggas the blues
We buying they hoes bags, they bitches shoes
You why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose
Yeah, I'm
I pull up in a Ghost, on my necklace
And all my diamonds clear, they
I turn into a toilet on niggas, they BS-ing
Two fingers, did it on 'em
Hold up, I shitted on 'em
I Dreamchaser and I made a milli on 'em
It don't matter what city I'm in, I'm going in 'em
my red P hat, nigga you know we back
I'm going to Houston, I heard that's where cheap at
I done put Percs down, think I'm 'bout to relapse
Just to give her dope dick and ask her for feedback
Like Shorty, do you love dick?
You know who you with?
Grab her by her weave, smack her ass like you fucking
Dont I talk nasty, she dont my government
But she gon get this dick and chew me up just like some Mint
Check me I be out the coupe, swagger through the roof
Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas
I aint gotta lie, know Im the truth
And I aint say Im fly, this G5 with the crew
Im in the air bitch, diamonds clear
off my Rollie and got on some Audemeer shit
I hear these haters talking, but I dont shit
Cause we get them bricks and stack them up like a pyramid

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

[Verse 2:
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Black (?), sag jean - low
Effortless flow, a sumn a show
is 21, we playing (?)
Probably fuck up your budget, yea, Im playing numbers
Put that shit on whatever, we running another
Liquor, lot of bottles, tab you I got it
Spend a up at Diamonds, aint tricking it you got it
Designer shit, though Im modest, astonishing to be
Obama on my arm, a presidential, you got it?
Get your revenue popping you ever do talk on them
Niggas who work too to not show it off via flossing
Double M G harder than anything you part of
This professional ball, the you niggas is (?)
Yea Im on that shit, boy you with that soft shit
Fore he hit the room, hear a Vroom! the Porsche bitch
On Yamaha, pardon me, thats Meek and them
She say she is not a groupie, I just wanna to them!
You though, you trying to go
Apply and watch the motherfucking pride go
These little bitches is little bitches, we never em
To all the with ambition, I see your hustle
Im trying to go though, yall already know
on em, they slept on us, (?)
Whoever it, they better note 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 trust a ho, no never me
I just wanna get some head, maybe ass I leave
Fuck a beef, keep it moving, she easily
You keep sleeping, you gon need to meet (Cuba?)
I cant no motherfucking Hoover
Ima the reefer, you can have the hookah
Versace, Medusa, I probably, it
me, my crew, your bitch probably throw two up
Party with bitches that parties too much
We right to fucking, they call you that (?)
And what up
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