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No Motives Video (MV)




Performed By: ABoogs14k
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Austin Acoff




ABoogs14k - No Motives Lyrics




I wanna move out to Cali
I think that's the only place
I can be happy
I was just f*cking this bitch
Wit a nigga
She nasty was calling daddy
Never had rap for these nigga
I'm savage they pussy
I'm killing Em sadly
Steady be talking that shit
On the twitter
They know that it's up if they at me

I just turned 20
I'm bouta get rich as bitch
They gone think I know magic
I'm wit the mob
And we be with the shits
If we slide on ya gang it get tragic
He was just tuff on the gram
In his captions
Now he got pics in a casket
Slid on the ops now they dead
And we laughing
Young nigga fly as Aladdin

Youngin got money
His mom need a crib
But he ain't spending checks
On these hoes
I got a feeling this year gone be
Good
It's okay if we starting it slow
I drop a bag on my niggas
Ain't shit without them
Gotta take of bros
I'm cutting bitches
Who slow down the riches
They force me I taking a toll

Don't make me mad or
I'm getting you gone
Claiming you catching these flights
To the spital we getting you flown
I'm paranoid
So I stay wit a chrome
They say that I'm doing the most
I gotta heart
But it's made out of stone
Just trust me this shit a get cold
Make a promise
We gone wack You
If you boys get bold
When I die I need a statue
I then one they chose
You might see we throw up 3
But i Rock wit them 4s
If today I'm in my bag
Then imma pour up more
If these niggas make me mad
Them imma up the score
Bitch I'm straight from
One fourteen so I'm a f*ckin slore
Every whip be super clean
On shit you can't afford
We the boys who hop on flights
When we get f*cking bored

Out LA in telsa
Tryn ghost ride the bitch
But I macked
I aint trippin off nothing

I Got sick of these bitches
So I went and got me a sack
Now these bitches be blushing
I'm trynna gas the lil bitch
Told the bitch
Ima cop her a Beamer
But really was bluffing
She wan be relationship goals
And do YouTube
I just told the lil bitch
I ain't into that cuffin

We apply pressure pressure boy You not a pressure boy
Already know that you
Fronting
You disrespectful
To niggas
That be in the trenches
And came up from nothing
These niggas pussy
They know what it is
When they see us
We hop on niggas they running
You wanted beef with the Gang
Now it's static
We show no mercy get treated like nothing

DICKHEAD
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I wanna move out to Cali
I think that's the only place
I can be happy
I was just f*cking this bitch
Wit a nigga
She nasty was calling daddy
Never had rap for these nigga
I'm savage they pussy
I'm killing Em sadly
Steady be talking that shit
On the twitter
They know that it's up if they at me

I just turned 20
I'm bouta get rich as bitch
They gone think I know magic
I'm wit the mob
And we be with the shits
If we slide on ya gang it get tragic
He was just tuff on the gram
In his captions
Now he got pics in a casket
Slid on the ops now they dead
And we laughing
Young nigga fly as Aladdin

Youngin got money
His mom need a crib
But he ain't spending checks
On these hoes
I got a feeling this year gone be
Good
It's okay if we starting it slow
I drop a bag on my niggas
Ain't shit without them
Gotta take of bros
I'm cutting bitches
Who slow down the riches
They force me I taking a toll

Don't make me mad or
I'm getting you gone
Claiming you catching these flights
To the spital we getting you flown
I'm paranoid
So I stay wit a chrome
They say that I'm doing the most
I gotta heart
But it's made out of stone
Just trust me this shit a get cold
Make a promise
We gone wack You
If you boys get bold
When I die I need a statue
I then one they chose
You might see we throw up 3
But i Rock wit them 4s
If today I'm in my bag
Then imma pour up more
If these niggas make me mad
Them imma up the score
Bitch I'm straight from
One fourteen so I'm a f*ckin slore
Every whip be super clean
On shit you can't afford
We the boys who hop on flights
When we get f*cking bored

Out LA in telsa
Tryn ghost ride the bitch
But I macked
I aint trippin off nothing

I Got sick of these bitches
So I went and got me a sack
Now these bitches be blushing
I'm trynna gas the lil bitch
Told the bitch
Ima cop her a Beamer
But really was bluffing
She wan be relationship goals
And do YouTube
I just told the lil bitch
I ain't into that cuffin

We apply pressure pressure boy You not a pressure boy
Already know that you
Fronting
You disrespectful
To niggas
That be in the trenches
And came up from nothing
These niggas pussy
They know what it is
When they see us
We hop on niggas they running
You wanted beef with the Gang
Now it's static
We show no mercy get treated like nothing

DICKHEAD
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Writer: Austin Acoff
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