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letra de the motto - drake

“the motto”
(feat. lil’ wayne)

[drake:]
i’m the f-ckin man, you don’t get it do ya?
type of money everybody acting like they knew ya
go uptown, new york city biiitch
some spanish girls love me like i’m aventura
tell uncle luke i’m out in miami too
clubbing hard, f-ckin’ women ain’t much to do
wrist blang, got a condo up in biscayne
still getting brain from a thang, ain’t sh-t changed
how you feel? how you feel? how you feel?
twenty five sittin’ on 25 mil uhh
i’m in the building and i’m feeling myself
rest in peace mac dre, i’mma do it for the bay, okay
getting paid well holla whenever that stop
my team good, we don’t really need a mascot
tell tune “light one, p-ss it like a relay”
ymcmb you n-gg-s more ymca
me, freddie, marley marl at the cribbo
shout goes out to niko, jay and chubbs, shout to gibo
we got santa margarita by the liter
she know even if im f-ckin with her, i don’t really need her
aohhh, that’s how you feel man?
that’s really how you feel?
cause the pimpin’ ice cold, all these b-tches wanna chill
i mean maybe she won’t
then again maybe she will
i can almost guarantee she know the deal,
real n-gg- what’s up?

[drake – chorus:]
now she want a photo
you already know though
you only live once: that’s the motto n-gg- yolo
we bout it every day, every day, every day
like we sittin’ on the bench, n-gg- we don’t really play
every day, every day, f-ck what anybody say
can’t see ’em ’cause the money in the way
real n-gg- what’s up?

[lil wayne:]
one, time f-ck one time
i’m calling n-gg-s out like the umpire
seven, grams in the blunt
almost drowned in her p-ssy so i swam to her b-tt
it’s eastside, we in this b-tch
wish a n-gg- would like a tree in this b-tch
and if a leaf fall put some weed in that b-tch
that’s my mo add a b to that sh-t
i’m f-cked up, torn down
i’m twisted — door kn-b
talk stupid, off with your head!
n-gg- money talks and mr ed!
i’m so young money got a drum on the gun
energizer bunny
funny how honey ain’t sweet like sugar
ain’t sh-t sweet n-gg-s on the street like hookers
i tongue kiss her other tongue
skeet skeet skeet: water gun
oh my god, becky, look at her b-tt! tunechi!

[drake – chorus:]
now she want a photo
you already know though
you only live once: that’s the motto n-gg- yolo
we bout it every day, every day, every day
like we sittin on the bench, n-gg- we don’t really play
every day, every day, f-ck what anybody say
can’t see ’em ’cause the money in the way
real n-gg- what’s up what’s up what’s up

- drake

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