Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Motive, artist - DJ Khaled. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
No Motive |
| I’m a lover not a fighter, I can’t find my lighter |
| My house is four stories, I tell’em I don’t write em' |
| And my living room is white, my lies are much whiter |
| My darkest secrets are bright I need a sun visor |
| I say «187», make your bitch run my errands |
| I’m at the bar with a Dracula ordering bloody Mary’s |
| I got a house on the prairie, got a corpse in the basement |
| I see hell out the window, man this view is amazing |
| And if I go back to jail, Persian rugs in my cell |
| Got the world in my hands it got all under my nails |
| In a room full of stairs (stares), give em something to see |
| I be so fucking faded, Who washed the colors with bleach? |
| Now they biting my style, hope it get stuck in yo teeth |
| I been had the green light, so don’t jump in the street |
| The World’s under my feet, I’m just kissing the sky |
| Tune, what is that smell? |
| That’s the shit on my mind, hah |
| Fuck all you bitches |
| Fuck all you bitches |
| Fuck all you bitches |
| Fuck all you bitches |
| Fuck all you hoes |
| Fuck all you hoes |
| 1 million, 2 million, 3, 4 |
| Uh, breaking up the kush, sticky fingers-onics |
| I’m throwing up gang signs you can see I’m in my vomit |
| And I’m cool right na' but please dont change the climate |
| Cause I’m sleeping with the enemy in bulletproof pajamas |
| I got issues bigger than you, bitches taller than me |
| Ratchet and Bougie, I like R’n’B |
| Unapologetic I’m sorry for not being sorry |
| You niggas old news prehistoric |
| I need benadryl for my trigger finga, bad bitches for my home boys |
| The grass is greener on the other side, I’m focused on my own yard |
| Ain’t got enough, need more dough, we twisting blunts like torsos |
| I’m rich as fuck but more so, a poor soul |
| Oh well, If snow fell like hoes fell in love I be a snow man |
| My bitch a die for me, she a soldier, GI Joe-Ann |
| — take chances when I know I ain’t got no chance, roll em |
| I left that crab table with a chip on my shoulder, huh? |
| Fuck all you bitches |
| Fuck all you bitches (Fuck all of them) |
| Fuck all you bitches |
| Fuck all you bitches |
| Fuck all you hoes |
| Fuck all you hoes |
| 1 million, 2 million, 3, 4 |
| We ain’t got no motive, we just killin' yall for nothing |
| And my bitch got cotton mouth, you know them snakes cannot be trusted |
| And I bet y’all niggas don’t say shit, because I’m feeling lucky |
| And I still pray everynight that Aliens abduct me, Tunechi |
| Whattup Khaled? |