Luyện nghe bài hát The Motto (Remix)

[Verse 1: Meek
Bottle after bottle, after model
Spending all this paper like I fucking hit the
All I know is YOLO, nigga, that's the
Ricky told me, "Get em," and I told him I got 'em
And I got 'em every day, day
Bad bitch and she gon fuck me way, never stay
I hit it, then I'm dipping that-a-way, that-a-way
Young nigga the bottom and I never had a way
I went from whipping 62's to whipping 62's
none of my niggas Crip, and we giving niggas the blues
We buying they hoes bags, getting bitches shoes
You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, you lose
Yeah, I'm
I pull up in a Ghost, on my necklace
And all my diamonds clear, VVS'ing
I turn into a toilet on these niggas, 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 city I'm in, I'm going Philly in 'em
With my red P hat, nigga you we back
I'm going to Houston, I heard that's where they at
I done put them Percs down, think I'm to relapse
to give her dope dick and ask her for some 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 know my
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 waving at me, real niggas salute
I aint gotta lie, they know Im the
And I aint say Im fly, this G5 with the crew
Im in the air bitch, diamonds clear
Took off my Rollie and got on Audemeer shit
I these haters talking, but I dont hear shit
Cause we get them bricks and them up just like a pyramid

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

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