Luyện nghe bài hát The Motto (Remix)

[Verse 1: Meek
Bottle bottle, model after model
Spending all this like I fucking hit the lotto
All I know is YOLO, nigga, that's the
told me, "Get em," and I told him that I got 'em
And I got 'em day, every 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 from the bottom and I never 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 bitches shoes
You why she ain't 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 into a on these niggas, they BS-ing
Two fingers, did it on 'em
Hold up, I shitted on 'em
I dropped and I made a milli on 'em
It matter what city I'm in, I'm going Philly in 'em
With my red P hat, nigga you we back
I'm going to Houston, I heard that's where they at
I done put them Percs down, think I'm to relapse
Just to give her dope dick and ask her for feedback
Shorty, do you love this dick?
You know who you fucking
Grab her by her weave, smack her ass like you fucking
Dont I talk nasty, she dont know my
But she gon get this dick and chew me up just like Double Mint
me I be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof
Bad bitches at me, real niggas salute
I gotta lie, they know Im the truth
And I gotta say Im fly, this G5 with 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
Cause we get them 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 or two, really put an end to you

2: Wale]
(?)
Black (?), sag jean - low
Effortless flow, a couple a show
Youngin is 21, we (?)
Probably fuck up your budget, yea, Im with numbers
Put that on whatever, we running another summer
Liquor, lot of bottles, tab you I got it
Spend a night up at Diamonds, aint it you got it
shit, though Im modest, astonishing to be honest
Obama on my arm, a presidential, you got it?
Get your revenue popping before you ever do on them
Niggas who too hard to not show it off via flossing
M G harder than anything that you part of
This ball, the best you niggas is (?)
Yea Im on that ball shit, boy you that soft shit
Fore he hit the room, a Vroom! from the Porsche bitch
On that Yamaha, pardon me, thats and them
She say she is not a groupie, I just speak to them!
You though, you trying to go
Apply smoke and watch the pride go
little bitches is little bitches, we never love em
To all the with ambition, I see your hustle
Im trying to go though, already know though
Stepping on em, slept on us, (?)
Whoever want it, they better that Im so focused
A to my opponent: they better off trying to clone us
her in Chanel while your bitch is like an L
When she out, you (?), all she need is an L
Thats why I never trust a ho, no me
I just wanna get some head, maybe ass I leave
Fuck a beef, it moving, she easily influenced
You niggas sleeping, you gon need to meet (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 bitches that throw parties too much
We skip right to fucking, call you that (?)
And what up
Out