Luyện nghe bài hát The Motto (Remix)

[Verse 1: Meek
Bottle after bottle, model model
Spending all this like I fucking hit the lotto
All I know is YOLO, nigga, that's the
Ricky me, "Get em," and I told him that I got 'em
And I got 'em day, every day
Bad bitch and she gon me every way, never stay
I hit it, then I'm dipping that-a-way, that-a-way
Young from the bottom and I never had a way
I really went from 62's to whipping 62's
Ain't of my niggas Crip, and we giving niggas the blues
We buying they hoes bags, getting they shoes
You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, you lose
Yeah, I'm
I pull up in a Ghost, hundred on my
And all my clear, they VVS'ing
I turn into a toilet on these niggas, BS-ing
Two fingers, did it on 'em
up, I really shitted on 'em
I dropped Dreamchaser and I made a on 'em
It don't what 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 where they cheap at
I done put them down, think I'm 'bout to relapse
Just to give her dick and ask her for some feedback
Like Shorty, do you love dick?
You know who you fucking
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 me up just like some Double Mint
Check me I be jumping out the coupe, through the roof
Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas
I aint gotta lie, they know Im the
And I aint gotta say Im fly, G5 with the crew
Im in the air bitch, clear bitch
Took off my Rollie and got on Audemeer shit
I hear haters talking, but I dont hear shit
Cause we get them bricks and stack up just like a pyramid

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

[Verse 2:
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Black (?), sag sitting - low
Effortless flow, a sumn a show
is 21, we playing (?)
Probably 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, tricking it you got it
shit, though Im modest, astonishing to be honest
Obama on my arm, a presidential, you got it?
Get your popping before you ever do talk on them
Niggas who work too hard to not 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 soft shit
Fore he hit the room, a Vroom! from the Porsche bitch
On Yamaha, pardon me, thats Meek and them
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 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 want it, 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
Thats why I never a ho, no never me
I wanna get some head, maybe ass fore I leave
Fuck a beef, keep it moving, she influenced
You niggas sleeping, you gon need to meet (Cuba?)
I cant stand no Hoover
Ima the reefer, you can have the hookah
Versace, Medusa, I probably, it
Around me, my crew, your bitch probably two up
Party bitches that throw parties too much
We skip right to fucking, they call you (?)
And deuce up
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