No Motive Lyrics - Suffering From Success - Dj Khaled

4, 2, 3, 4 DJ Khaled! 

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 

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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 

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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 

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?