Luyện nghe bài hát The Motto (Remix)

[Verse 1: Meek
Bottle after bottle, model after
Spending all this paper like I fucking hit the
All I know is YOLO, nigga, that's the
Ricky 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 went from whipping 62's to whipping 62's
Ain't none of my niggas Crip, and we giving niggas the
We buying they hoes bags, getting bitches shoes
You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, you lose
Yeah, I'm
I pull up in a Ghost, hundred on my
And all my clear, they VVS'ing
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 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 heard that's where cheap at
I done put them Percs down, think I'm 'bout to
Just to give her dick and ask her for some feedback
Like Shorty, do you this dick?
You know who you fucking
Grab her by her weave, her ass like you fucking bitch
Dont I talk nasty, she dont know my
But she gon get this dick and chew me up like some Double Mint
Check me I be jumping out the coupe, swagger the roof
Bad waving at me, real niggas salute
I aint gotta lie, they Im the truth
And I aint gotta say Im fly, this G5 the crew
Im in the air bitch, clear bitch
Took off my and got on some Audemeer shit
I hear these talking, but I dont hear shit
Cause we get them bricks and them up just like a pyramid

Yall niggas talk bitches 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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(?), sag jean sitting - low
Effortless flow, a sumn a show
Youngin is 21, we (?)
Probably up your budget, yea, Im playing with numbers
Put that shit on whatever, we running another
Liquor, lot of bottles, tab you I got it
Spend a night up at Diamonds, aint it you got it
Designer shit, though Im modest, to be honest
Obama on my arm, a presidential, you got it?
Get revenue popping before you ever do talk on them
Niggas who too hard to not show it off via flossing
Double M G harder than that you part of
professional ball, the best you niggas is (?)
Yea Im on that ball shit, boy you with that shit
he hit the room, hear a Vroom! from the Porsche bitch
On Yamaha, pardon me, thats Meek and them
She say she is not a groupie, I just speak to them!
You though, you trying to go
Apply and watch the motherfucking pride go
little bitches is little bitches, we never love em
To all the sisters with ambition, I see hustle
Im trying to go though, already know though
Stepping on em, slept on us, (?)
Whoever want it, they better note Im so focused
A message to my opponent: better off trying to clone us
Keep her in Chanel your bitch is like an L
she out, you (?), all she need is like an L
Thats why I never a ho, no never me
I wanna get some head, maybe ass fore I leave
Fuck a beef, keep it moving, she easily
You keep sleeping, you gon need to meet (Cuba?)
I cant stand no Hoover
Ima keep the reefer, you can have the
Versace, Medusa, I probably, it
me, my crew, your bitch probably throw two up
Party bitches that throw parties too much
We skip right to fucking, they call you (?)
And what up
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