Luyện nghe bài hát The Motto (Remix)

[Verse 1: Meek
after bottle, model after model
Spending all this like I fucking hit the lotto
All I is YOLO, nigga, that's the motto
told me, "Get em," and I told him that I got 'em
And I got 'em day, every 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 really went from whipping 62's to 62's
none of my niggas Crip, and we giving niggas the blues
We buying they bags, getting they bitches shoes
You why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose
Yeah, I'm
I pull up in a Ghost, hundred on my
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 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 cheap at
I done put them Percs down, I'm 'bout to relapse
Just to 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 bitch
Dont I talk nasty, she dont know my
But she gon get this dick and chew me up just some Double Mint
me I be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof
Bad bitches waving at me, real salute
I aint gotta lie, they know Im the
And I aint gotta say Im fly, this G5 the crew
Im in the air bitch, clear bitch
Took off my Rollie and got on some shit
I hear these haters talking, but I dont hear
Cause we get bricks and stack them up just like a pyramid

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

2: Wale]
(?)
Black (?), sag jean - low
Effortless flow, a sumn a show
is 21, we playing (?)
Probably fuck up your budget, yea, Im playing with
Put that shit on whatever, we another 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
Obama on my arm, a presidential, you got it?
Get your popping before you ever do talk on them
who work too hard to not show 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 soft shit
Fore he hit the room, hear a Vroom! from the bitch
On that Yamaha, pardon me, Meek and them
She say she is not a groupie, I just wanna to them!
You lying though, you to go
Apply smoke and watch the motherfucking go
little bitches is little bitches, we never love em
To all the sisters with ambition, I see hustle
Im trying to go though, yall already though
Stepping on em, slept on us, (?)
Whoever want it, they better note Im so focused
A message to my opponent: they off trying to clone us
Keep her in Chanel while your is like an L
When she out, you (?), all she is like an L
Thats why I trust a ho, no never me
I wanna get some head, maybe ass fore I leave
Fuck a beef, it moving, she easily influenced
You keep sleeping, you gon need to meet (Cuba?)
I cant stand no motherfucking
Ima the reefer, you can have the hookah
Versace, Medusa, I probably, it
Around me, my crew, bitch probably throw two up
with bitches that throw parties too much
We right to fucking, they call you that (?)
And deuce up
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