Luyện nghe bài hát The Motto (Remix)

[Verse 1: Meek
Bottle after bottle, model after
Spending all this paper I fucking hit the lotto
All I know is YOLO, nigga, the motto
Ricky 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, never
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 whipping 62's to 62's
Ain't none of my niggas Crip, and we niggas the blues
We they hoes 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 diamonds clear, VVS'ing
I turn into a toilet on niggas, they BS-ing
Two fingers, did it on 'em
up, I really shitted on 'em
I Dreamchaser and I made a milli on 'em
It matter what city I'm in, I'm going Philly in 'em
With my red P hat, you know we back
I'm going to Houston, I heard that's where cheap at
I put them Percs down, think I'm 'bout to relapse
Just to give her dope dick and ask her for feedback
Like Shorty, do you this dick?
You who you fucking with?
Grab her by her weave, her ass like you fucking bitch
Dont I talk nasty, she dont know my
But she gon get this dick and chew me up just like Double Mint
Check me I be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the
Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas
I aint gotta lie, they know Im the
And I aint gotta say Im fly, this G5 the crew
Im in the air bitch, diamonds clear
Took off my and got on some Audemeer shit
I hear these haters talking, but I dont hear
Cause we get them bricks and them up just like a pyramid

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

[Verse 2:
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(?), sag jean sitting - low
Effortless flow, a sumn a show
Youngin is 21, we (?)
Probably fuck up your budget, yea, Im with numbers
Put that shit on whatever, we running another
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 your revenue popping before you ever do on them
who work too hard to not show it off via flossing
Double M G harder than anything that you of
This ball, the best you niggas is (?)
Yea Im on ball shit, boy you with that soft shit
he hit the room, hear a Vroom! from 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 motherfucking go
These little bitches is little bitches, we love em
To all the sisters 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 message to my opponent: they off trying to clone us
her in Chanel while your bitch is like an L
When she out, you (?), all she is like an L
Thats why I trust a ho, no never me
I just wanna get some head, maybe ass I leave
a beef, keep it moving, she easily influenced
You niggas sleeping, you gon need to meet (Cuba?)
I cant no motherfucking Hoover
Ima the reefer, you can have the hookah
Versace, Medusa, I probably, it
Around me, my crew, your bitch probably two up
Party with that throw parties too much
We skip right to fucking, they call you (?)
And deuce up
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