Luyện nghe bài hát The Motto (Remix)

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

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

2: Wale]
(?)
Black (?), sag jean - low
Effortless flow, a couple sumn a
Youngin is 21, we (?)
Probably fuck up budget, yea, Im playing with 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 before you do talk on them
Niggas who work too hard to not it off via flossing
Double M G harder than that you part of
This ball, the best 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 that Yamaha, pardon me, Meek 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 pride go
These little bitches is bitches, we never love em
To all the with ambition, I see your hustle
Im trying to go though, yall already know
Stepping on em, slept on us, (?)
want it, they better note that Im so focused
A to my opponent: they better off trying to clone us
Keep her in Chanel while your bitch is an L
When she out, you (?), all she need is an L
why I never trust a ho, no never me
I just wanna get some head, ass fore I leave
a beef, keep it moving, she easily influenced
You niggas keep sleeping, you gon need to (Cuba?)
I stand no motherfucking Hoover
Ima the reefer, you can have the hookah
Versace, Medusa, I probably, it
Around me, my crew, your probably throw two up
Party with that throw parties too much
We skip right to fucking, they you that (?)
And what up
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