Luyện nghe bài hát The Motto (Remix)

[Verse 1: Meek
Bottle after bottle, after model
Spending all this paper like I hit the lotto
All I know is YOLO, nigga, the motto
told me, "Get em," and I told him that I got 'em
And I got 'em every day, day
Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, stay
Once I hit it, then I'm that-a-way, that-a-way
Young from the bottom and I never had a way
I really went 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 they bitches
You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you
Yeah, I'm
I pull up in a Ghost, hundred on my
And all my diamonds clear, VVS'ing
I turn into a 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
my red P hat, nigga you know we back
I'm going to Houston, I heard where they cheap at
I put them Percs down, think I'm 'bout to relapse
Just to her dope dick and ask her for some feedback
Like Shorty, do you love this
You know who you fucking
her by her weave, smack her ass like you fucking bitch
Dont I nasty, she dont know my government
But she gon get this dick and chew me up just like Double Mint
Check me I be jumping out the coupe, through the roof
Bad bitches waving at me, 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 clear
Took off my Rollie and got on some shit
I hear these haters talking, but I dont shit
Cause we get bricks and stack them up just like a pyramid

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