Luyện nghe bài hát The Motto (Remix)

[Verse 1: Mill]
Bottle after bottle, model after
Spending all this paper I fucking hit the lotto
All I know is YOLO, nigga, the motto
Ricky told me, "Get em," and I told him I got 'em
And I got 'em every day, day
Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, stay
Once I hit it, I'm dipping that-a-way, that-a-way
Young nigga from the and I never had a way
I went from whipping 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 up in a Ghost, hundred on my necklace
And all my clear, they VVS'ing
I turn a toilet on these niggas, they BS-ing
Two fingers, did it on 'em
Hold up, I shitted on 'em
I dropped Dreamchaser and I made a on 'em
It don't matter what city I'm in, I'm going in 'em
my red P hat, nigga you know we back
I'm going to Houston, I heard that's where they 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 this dick?
You know who you with?
Grab her by her weave, smack her ass like you bitch
Dont I talk nasty, she know my government
But she gon get this dick and me up just like some Double Mint
Check me I be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the
Bad bitches at me, real niggas salute
I aint gotta lie, they Im the truth
And I aint gotta say Im fly, this G5 with the
Im in the air bitch, diamonds bitch
Took off my Rollie and got on Audemeer shit
I these haters talking, but I dont hear shit
Cause we get them bricks and stack up just like a pyramid

Yall niggas 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 sitting - low
Effortless flow, a sumn a show
is 21, we playing (?)
Probably up your budget, yea, Im playing 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, Im modest, astonishing to be honest
shit 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 show it off via
Double M G harder anything that you part of
This 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! the Porsche bitch
On that Yamaha, 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 it, they better note that Im so focused
A message to my opponent: they better off to clone us
Keep her in Chanel your bitch is like an L
When she out, you (?), all she is like an L
why I never trust a ho, no never me
I just wanna get some head, ass fore I leave
Fuck a beef, keep it moving, she easily
You niggas keep sleeping, you gon need to (Cuba?)
I cant stand no Hoover
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 throw too much
We skip right to fucking, they call you (?)
And what up
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