Luyện nghe bài hát The Motto (Remix)

[Verse 1: Mill]
Bottle after bottle, model after
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 day, every day
Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never
Once I hit it, then I'm that-a-way, that-a-way
Young from the bottom and I never had a way
I really from whipping 62's to whipping 62's
Ain't none of my Crip, and we giving niggas the blues
We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches
You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, you lose
Yeah, I'm
I pull up in a Ghost, on my necklace
And all my diamonds clear, VVS'ing
I into 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 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 some
Shorty, do you love this dick?
You who you fucking with?
Grab her by her weave, smack her ass like you fucking
Dont I talk nasty, she dont know my
But she gon get dick and chew me up just like some Double Mint
Check me I be jumping out the coupe, swagger the roof
Bad bitches waving at me, niggas salute
I aint gotta lie, know Im the truth
And I aint gotta say Im fly, this G5 the crew
Im in the air bitch, diamonds clear
Took off my Rollie and got on Audemeer shit
I hear these haters talking, but I hear shit
Cause we get them bricks and stack them up just a pyramid

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

[Verse 2:
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(?), sag jean sitting - low
Effortless flow, a couple a show
is 21, we playing (?)
Probably fuck up your budget, yea, Im playing numbers
Put that shit on whatever, we running 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, to be honest
Obama on my arm, a presidential, you got it?
Get your revenue before you ever do talk on them
Niggas who too hard to not show it off via flossing
Double M G than anything that you part of
This professional ball, the best you is (?)
Yea Im on that ball shit, boy you with that soft
Fore he hit the room, hear a Vroom! from the Porsche
On that Yamaha, pardon me, thats Meek and
She say she is not a groupie, I wanna speak to them!
You though, you trying to go
Apply smoke and watch the motherfucking go
These little 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, they on us, (?)
Whoever want it, they better note Im so focused
A message to my opponent: they better off trying to us
Keep her in while your bitch is like an L
she out, you (?), all she need is like an L
Thats why I trust a ho, no never me
I just wanna get some head, maybe ass fore I
Fuck a beef, keep it moving, she easily
You niggas keep sleeping, you gon need to (Cuba?)
I cant stand no motherfucking
Ima the reefer, you can have the hookah
Versace, Medusa, I probably, it
Around me, my crew, your probably throw two up
Party with bitches throw parties too much
We skip right to fucking, call you that (?)
And deuce up
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