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So when i heard this beat I knew I had to rip it...I couldn't find the legit instrumental so I just remade it with the end of the song...wrote all the lyrics on one day 11/16/11. Let me know what you think! :)
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Lyrics:
The Motto
Verse 1:
I want some deep pockets, get my money strong
Cause I’ma skinny kid, with some long arms
Stunt so hard, Evil Kinevil
Don’t Need a Jesus Piece, Jim Caveizel
Flows are venomous, acidic
Money rolls in curls, hasidic
All about the bread, Like a pigeon
Y’all don’t really play, scrimmagin’
Bitches all on me, like some concubines
Hope they ain’t grenades, or some land mines
The way you look in dem jeans girl is menacing
The way you dancin on the table make these men’a sing
I’m a little faded, drunk state of mind
Just wanna see you walk away and watch you from behind
The way you move yo body blows my mind
That shit gives me the chills, co-sign
Call me Remix, Alter Ego
Swagneto, lookin real regal
Stop a bad bitch ask her if she legal
Tell her leave with us whenever we go
Cause you can’t find us - No Nemo
And the bottles always poppin where we go
All eyes on us - TiVo
Haters watch us like they cancer and we Chemo
Hook
Yeah we work all day, play all night
Rage, rage, rage til we see the sunlight
The party don’t stop, and the party don’t quit
Then we rage some more cause we runnin this shit
Shots, shots, shots, down the hatch,
Wake up and grind til we count some stacks, wassup??
Verse 2
This is for my haters, waddup
Just a honey badger, I don’t give a fuck
I just thought that you should know, I be runnin this
Call me marathon man, Ima neva quit
Ima neva stop, can’t hold me back
I’m the hardest workin, neva had slack
Money’s for the takin, ripe for the pickin
Comes quick in like I BAM stuck my dick in
I’m really bout my paper, Mr. IRS,
Take it off so I can put some hickeys on yo chest
ooo girl, put in some work - Now
Do the dougie, call me a jerk, uh
Can I state for the record, my flow’s hot?
Watch me wreck it with the method, my shit knock
Make my eyes lean, like I’m smokin suttin
But I’m not tho, dick clean, just comin’
Wipe me down girl, this a Boosie beat,
Say goodbye, let me kiss yo bougie cheek
Make sure you get yo shit out the room soon,
And make moves like a Mazda, Zoom Zoom
[Hook]
- Genre
- Hiphop