Luyện nghe bài hát The Motto (Remix)

[Verse 1: Meek
Bottle after bottle, model model
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 day, every day
Bad and she gon fuck me every way, never stay
Once I hit it, then I'm dipping that-a-way,
Young nigga the bottom and I never had a way
I went from whipping 62's to whipping 62's
Ain't none of my 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 diamonds clear, they
I turn into a toilet on these niggas, BS-ing
Two fingers, did it on 'em
Hold up, I really on 'em
I dropped and I made a milli on 'em
It don't matter what city I'm in, I'm going in 'em
With my red P hat, you know we back
I'm going to Houston, I heard where they cheap at
I put them Percs down, think I'm 'bout to relapse
Just to give her dick and ask her for some feedback
Like Shorty, do you love dick?
You know who you with?
Grab her by her weave, her ass like you fucking bitch
Dont I talk nasty, she dont my government
But she gon get this dick and chew me up just like some Double
me I be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof
Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas
I gotta lie, they know Im the truth
And I aint gotta say Im fly, this G5 the crew
Im in the air bitch, diamonds bitch
Took off my Rollie and got on Audemeer shit
I hear these haters talking, but I hear shit
we get them bricks and stack them up just like a pyramid

Yall niggas talk bitches do
Same niggas in the district 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 jean - low
Effortless flow, a couple a show
is 21, we playing (?)
Probably fuck up your budget, yea, Im playing numbers
Put shit on whatever, we running 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, astonishing to be
shit on my arm, a presidential, you got it?
Get revenue popping before you ever do talk on them
Niggas who work too hard to not show it off via
M G harder than anything that you part of
This professional ball, the you niggas is (?)
Yea Im on ball shit, boy you with that soft shit
Fore he hit the room, hear a Vroom! from the bitch
On that Yamaha, pardon me, thats 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 is little bitches, we never love em
To all the with 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
Keep her in Chanel your bitch is like an L
When she out, you (?), all she need is an L
Thats why I never a ho, no never me
I just wanna get some head, ass fore I leave
a beef, keep it moving, she easily influenced
You niggas 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, your bitch probably two up
Party bitches that throw parties too much
We skip right to fucking, they call you (?)
And what up
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