MOUNT WESTMORE - Motto (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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MOUNT WESTMORE - Motto (en) Lyrics
Motto (echo)
Rick
Rock
Beats
Uh, that's my motto, pop bottles
I rock with bosses and capos
A walking' check, I'm the lotto
About my chicken and waffles
I roll my weed like a Flaco's
It ain't no seeds and no stems
I wear them Keith and James brims
Rich niggas sitting on M's
It's plenty paper, that's doable
Check my background, it's musical
I grew up around meds, pharmaceuticals
Not the feds
Living life on the edge
Unpredictable, where it's headed
I said what I said
And I'ma keep it where I said it
Solidness is embedded
My DNA and genetics
And I don't listen to rappers
That music ain't got no message
Making that 'fetti my specialty
Being broke ain't my pedigree
Like a old western movie
I like to drink and get whiskey
Bitch, that's my
Ayy
I ain't tripping
Getting to the chicken,
that's the mission
Nigga, that's my motto
She picked me, she hit the lotto
She can ride if she hot though
Nigga, that's my
Motto, motto, motto, motto
Go, go, go, go, whoop
Nigga, look
Fuck around and your shit took
Read a book
I kick gas, I'm Bigfoot
I said, observe and curve,
I'm like a fishhook
I'm in the suburb swerving
with your bitch, look
We burn rubber
Me her and her lover
That's my motto, hit the lotto
Pick a number
I'm feeling froggy Might
jump in a bitch throat
Fucking with Doggy Dogg, nigga
That's all she wrote
Don't be talking money
but you always broke
You can get the back with
all the pistol smoke
Let me handle my business, nigga
Back up in this bitch
Captain crippin'
Don't miss the uh
Ayy I ain't tripping Nah
She picked me, she hit the lotto yeah
Motto, motto, motto, motto Go,
go, go, go, whoop, yeah
You know
Motto motto, motto, motto
Go, go, go, go, whoop
Motto, motto, motto, motto
Go, go, go, go, why
Whoop, whoop, ayy
You know my M-O
Double T-O
I ain't checking in
Tell my PO
I'm in Rio
With a creole
And her homegirl
We a trio
I'll deliver
Your fuckin' liver
On a platter
Reconsider
Fuckin' with Jack Tripper
Who ain't looking for a zipper
Who ain't looking for stripper
Nigga, looking for ten figures, yup
I only fuck with the realest
Snoop Dogg with the Crips
40 with the lingo
$hort with a bitch
I gotta lotta bitches and
I'm fucking 'em all
They in my office
Like platinum plaques on the wall
Too Short, but I stand tall
My favorite word, bitch
I'm about to call
Ayy, I don't sell dreams
I give hope
Smoking my weed is like smoking' dope
Hanging out with me is like a fantasy
The wildest little chick
can't handle me
I only spit game, I don't say whatever
And when I get dressed,
it's Raider colors
I feel like I can do anything
Just gotta keep that positive
energy (whoop, whoop)
Ayy I ain't tripping (nah)
She picked me, she hit
the lotto (yeah)
Motto, motto, motto, motto Go,
go, go, go, whoop, whoop
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