No Motive Lyrics - DJ Khaled

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4 I'm a lover not a fighter, I can't find my lighter

5 My house is four stories, I tell'em I don't write em'

6 And my living room is white, my lies are much whiter

7 My darkest secrets are bright I need a sun visor

8 I say "187", make your bitch run my errands

9 I'm at the bar with a Dracula ordering bloody Mary's

10 I got a house on the prairie, got a corpse in the basement

11 I see hell out the window, man this view is amazing

12 And if I go back to jail, Persian rugs in my cell

13 Got the world in my hands it got all under my nails

14 In a room full of stairs (stares), give em something to see

15 I be so fucking faded, Who washed the colors with bleach?

16 Now they biting my style, hope it get stuck in yo teeth

17 I been had the green light, so don't jump in the street

18 The World's under my feet, I'm just kissing the sky

19 Tune, what is that smell? That's the shit on my mind, hah

20 Fuck all you bitches

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23 Fuck all you bitches

24 Fuck all you hoes

25 Fuck all you hoes

26 1 million, 2 million, 3, 4

27 Uh, breaking up the kush, sticky fingers-onics

28 I'm throwing up gang signs you can see I'm in my vomit

29 And I'm cool right na' but please dont change the climate

30 Cause I'm sleeping with the enemy in bulletproof pajamas

31 I got issues bigger than you, bitches taller than me

32 Ratchet and Bougie, I like R'n'B

33 Unapologetic I'm sorry for not being sorry

34 You niggas old news prehistoric

35 I need benadryl for my trigger finga, bad bitches for my home boys

36 The grass is greener on the other side, I'm focused on my own yard

37 Ain't got enough, need more dough, we twisting blunts like torsos

38 I'm rich as fuck but more so, a poor soul

39 Oh well, If snow fell like hoes fell in love I be a snow man

40 My bitch a die for me, she a soldier, GI Joe-Ann

41 — take chances when I know I ain't got no chance, roll em

42 I left that crab table with a chip on my shoulder

43 Fuck all you bitches

44 Fuck all you bitches

45 Fuck all you bitches

46 Fuck all you bitches

47 Fuck all you hoes

48 Fuck all you hoes

49 1 million, 2 million, 3, 4

50 We ain't got no motive, we just killin' yall for nothing

51 And my bitch got cotton mouth, you know them snakes cannot be trusted

52 And I bet y'all niggas don't say shit, because I'm feeling lucky

53 And I still pray everynight that Aliens abduct me, Tunechi

54 Whattup Khaled?