| I’m the f*ckin man, you don’t get it do ya?
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| Type of money everybody acting like they knew ya
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| Go Uptown, New York City B*tch
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| Some Spanish girls love me like I’m Aventura
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| Tell Uncle Luke I’m out in Miami too
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| Clubbing hard, F*ckin' women ain’t much to do
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| Wrist blang, got a condo up in Biscayne
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| Still getting brain from a thang, ain’t sh*t changed
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| How you feel? |
| how you feel? |
| how you feel?
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| Twenty five sittin' on 25 mil uhh
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| I’m in the building and I’m feeling myself
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| Rest in peace Mac Dre, I’mma do it for the Bay, okay
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| Getting paid well holla whenever that stop
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| My team good, we don’t really need a mascot
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| Tell Tune «light one, pass it like a relay»
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| YMCMB you nig*as more YMCA
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| Me, Freddie, Marley Marl at the cribbo
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| Shout goes out to Niko, Jay and Chubbo, shout to Gibo
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| We got Santa Margarita by the liter
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| She know even if I’m f*ckin with her, I don’t really need her
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| Aohhh, That’s how you feel man?
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| That’s really how you feel?
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| Cause the pimpin' ice cold, all these b*tches wanna chill
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| I mean maybe she won’t
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| Then again maybe she will
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| I can almost guarantee she know the deal
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| Real ni*ga what’s up?
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| Now she want a photo
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| You already know though
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| You only live once: that’s the motto ni*ga YOLO and
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| We bout it every day, every day, every day
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| Like we sittin' on the bench, nig*a we don’t really play
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| Every day, every day, f*ck what anybody say
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| Can’t see 'em 'cause the money in the way
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| Real ni*ga what’s up?
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| One, time f*ck one time
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| I’m calling ni*gas out like the umpire
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| Seven, grams in the blunt
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| Almost drowned in her pu*sy so I swam to her butt
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| It’s Eastside, we in this b*tch
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| Wish a ni*ga would like a tree in this b*tch
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| And if a leaf fall put some weed in that b*tch
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| That’s my MO add a B to that sh*t
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| I’m f*cked up, torn down
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| I’m twisted: door knob
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| Talk stupid, off with your head!
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| Nigga money talks and Mr Ed! |
| Yea!
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| I’m so Young Money got a drum on the gun
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| Energizer bunny
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| Funny how honey ain’t sweet like sugar
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| Ain’t shit sweet ni*gas on the street like hookers
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| I tongue kiss her other tongue
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| Skeet skeet skeet: water gun
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| Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt! |
| Tunechi
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| Now she want a photo
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| You already know though
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| You only live once: that’s the motto ni*ga YOLO and
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| We bout it every day, every day, every day
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| Like we sittin on the bench, ni*ga we don’t really play
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| Every day, every day, f*ck what anybody say
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| Can’t see 'em 'cause the money in the way
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| Real ni*ga what’s up what’s up what’s up
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| T Raw, skinny nig*a big balls
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| F*ck around get dragged, Ru Paul
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| You a funny little ni*ga, Duval
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| Out of this world, Total Recall
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| Call a b*tch raw d*ck let her see-saw
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| Sorta like a donkey like an a*s nig*a he-haw
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| Ridin round in the 'rari with the top off
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| While you in the window man I’m probably on my next car
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| Ay! |
| Mighty duck with the ice on
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| Real L.A. nig*a trucks with the gun drawn
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| Drawin on your face you a clown jack in the box
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| Boy that’s your bop she my new poom poom star
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| Stars in the back and my homies they don’t act
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| Actin brand new f*ck her never call her back
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| Matt Forte got the b*tch running back
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| Man that’s the motto you ain’t know it’s like that?
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| Now she want a photo
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| You already know though
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| You only live once: that’s the motto nigga YOLO and
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| We bout it every day, every day, every day
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| Like we sittin on the bench, ni*ga we don’t really play
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| Every day, every day, f*ck what anybody say
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| Can’t see 'em 'cause the money in the way
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| Real ni*ga what’s up what’s up what’s up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Motto , by - Drake. Song from the album Lord Knows, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп