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, that's the
told 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
I hit it, then I'm dipping that-a-way, that-a-way
Young nigga from the and I never had a way
I really from whipping 62's to whipping 62's
Ain't none of my niggas Crip, and we niggas the blues
We buying 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, they
I turn a toilet on these niggas, they BS-ing
Two fingers, did it on 'em
up, I really shitted on 'em
I dropped 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, nigga you know we
I'm going to Houston, I that's where they cheap at
I done put them Percs down, think I'm to relapse
Just to give her dick and ask her for some feedback
Like Shorty, do you this dick?
You know who you with?
Grab her by her weave, smack her ass like you fucking
I talk nasty, she dont know my government
But she gon get dick and chew me up just like some Double Mint
Check me I be 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 say Im fly, this G5 with the crew
Im in the air bitch, clear bitch
Took off my Rollie and got on some Audemeer
I hear these talking, but I dont hear shit
Cause we get them bricks and stack them up 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 or two, really put an end to you

2: Wale]
(?)
Black (?), sag jean - low
flow, a couple sumn a show
Youngin is 21, we (?)
fuck 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 up at Diamonds, aint tricking it you got it
Designer shit, though Im modest, astonishing to be
shit 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 anything that you part of
This professional ball, the best you is (?)
Yea Im on that ball shit, boy you with that shit
Fore he hit the room, hear a Vroom! from the Porsche
On Yamaha, pardon me, thats Meek and them
She say she is not a groupie, I wanna 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 sisters ambition, I see your hustle
Im trying to go though, yall know though
on em, they slept on us, (?)
Whoever want it, better note that Im so focused
A message to my opponent: they better off 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 never a ho, no never me
I just wanna get some head, maybe ass I leave
Fuck a beef, keep it moving, she easily
You niggas keep sleeping, you gon to meet (Cuba?)
I cant stand no motherfucking
Ima keep the reefer, you can the hookah
Versace, Medusa, I probably, it
Around me, my crew, your bitch probably two up
Party with bitches that parties too much
We skip right to fucking, they you that (?)
And deuce up
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