• Title:MotorSport
  • Artist:Migos;Nicki Minaj;Cardi B
  • Album:Motor Sport
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    作曲 : Quavious Marshall/Kiari Cephus/Kirsnick Ball/Onika Maraj/Belcalis Almanzar/Shane Lindstrom/Kevin Gomringer/Tim Gomringer
    作词 : Quavious Marshall/Kiari Cephus/Kirsnick Ball/Onika Maraj/Belcalis Almanzar/Shane Lindstrom/Kevin Gomringer/Tim Gomringer
    Yeah, skrrt (M-M-M-Murda)
    Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
    Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
    You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
    Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
    Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
    Straight up there (where?)
    We didn't take the stairs (where?)
    Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
    Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
    Face all your fears, then get at me
    Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
    Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
    Feel like I can fly, yeah
    Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
    Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
    Take the air out the mall, walkin' with the sacks
    Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back
    Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
    Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks)
    Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
    The coupe came imported (hey)
    This season's Off-White come in snorted (white)
    Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
    No human being, I'm immortal (no)
    Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
    Hundred K, I spend on my se?ora (racks)
    My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
    And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)
    Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
    Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)
    488, hit the gears (488)
    Suicide doors, Britney Spears
    I'm boujee, so, bitch, don't get near (boujee)
    Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)
    Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
    It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)
    Ride the dick like a BMX
    No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
    I love, when he go on tour
    'Cause he cums more, when I see him less
    I get upset off
    I turn Offset on
    I told him the other day
    Man, we should sell that porn
    Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches
    I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different
    Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me
    Is the same lips that be ass kissin'
    These hoes ain't, what they say they are
    And their pussy stank, they're catfishin'
    Same hoes, that was sendin' shots
    They reachin' out like their back itchin'
    Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
    When I could just hop in a Porsche?
    You heard she gon' do what from who?
    That's not a reliable source, no
    So tell me, have you seen her?
    Let me wrap my weave up
    I'm the trap Selena
    Dame más gasolina (skrrt)
    Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court
    Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
    Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
    You see them stats, you know what I am about
    I am the champ, I'm Iron Mike in a bout
    Attention, I'ma need you to face front
    You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
    Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts
    My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
    You bitches catchin' a fade
    Shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
    All of your friends'll be dead
    You can get hit with that Uzi
    I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
    Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
    This Givenchy is custom made
    Now you can't get it at Saks though
    I don't work in no office
    But they copyin' and that's facts though
    I ain't tryna be violent
    But if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
    Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf
    When that strap blow
    I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
    If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
    Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
    I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
    "Yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
    That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
    It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
    Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)
    Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
    I stepped on runnin' from 12 (12)
    Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches
    'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh)
    If Nicki should show me her titty
    Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won't tell (swear)
    If I get to play with that kitty
    I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums)
    Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
    Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
    My chest bad, give me chills
    And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
    Not the watch, but the price on the ice
    If you don't know what that is (huh)
    Motorsport, motorville
    Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr)
    Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious
    Girl, yeah, yeah, I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
    Take away pain, ain't easy (pain)
    That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
    Niggas not cappin' this season