Luyện nghe bài hát The Motto (Remix)

[Verse 1: Meek
Bottle after bottle, model model
Spending all this paper like I hit the lotto
All I is YOLO, nigga, that's the motto
Ricky told me, "Get em," and I 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 nigga from the bottom and I had a way
I really went from 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 shoes
You wondering why she fucking, we winning, nigga you lose
Yeah, I'm
I pull up in a Ghost, on my necklace
And all my diamonds clear, VVS'ing
I turn a toilet on these niggas, they BS-ing
Two fingers, did it on 'em
Hold up, I really on 'em
I dropped Dreamchaser and I a milli on 'em
It matter what city I'm in, I'm going Philly in 'em
my red P hat, nigga you know we back
I'm to Houston, I heard that's where they cheap at
I done put them Percs down, think I'm to relapse
Just to her dope dick and ask her for some feedback
Like Shorty, do you love dick?
You who you fucking with?
Grab her by her weave, smack her ass like you bitch
Dont I nasty, she dont know my government
But she gon get this dick and chew me up just like some Mint
Check me I be jumping out the coupe, through the roof
Bad bitches waving at me, niggas salute
I aint gotta lie, know Im the truth
And I aint gotta say Im fly, G5 with the crew
Im in the air bitch, diamonds clear
off my Rollie and got on some Audemeer shit
I these haters talking, but I dont hear shit
Cause we get them bricks and stack them up just a pyramid

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

[Verse 2:
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Black (?), sag sitting - low
flow, a couple sumn a show
Youngin is 21, we (?)
Probably fuck up your budget, yea, Im with numbers
Put shit 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, to be honest
Obama on my arm, a presidential, you got it?
Get your revenue popping you ever do talk on them
Niggas who work too hard to not show it off via
Double M G harder anything that you part of
This professional ball, the best you is (?)
Yea Im on that shit, boy you with that soft shit
Fore he hit the room, hear a Vroom! the Porsche bitch
On that Yamaha, pardon me, Meek and them
She say she is not a groupie, I wanna speak to them!
You lying though, you to go
Apply smoke and the motherfucking pride go
little bitches is little bitches, we never love em
To all the sisters with ambition, I see hustle
Im to go though, yall already know though
Stepping on em, slept on us, (?)
want it, they better note that Im so focused
A message to my they better off trying to clone us
Keep her in Chanel while your bitch is 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 head, maybe ass fore I leave
Fuck a beef, it moving, she easily influenced
You niggas keep sleeping, you gon need to (Cuba?)
I cant no motherfucking Hoover
Ima keep the reefer, you can have the
Versace, Medusa, I probably, it
me, my crew, your bitch probably throw two up
Party with bitches that throw parties too
We right to fucking, they call you that (?)
And what up
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