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      MotorSport

      Migos

      Album: Singles

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      Migos - MotorSport Música y Letra

      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
      Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
      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)
      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
      Offset
      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 señora (racks)
      My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
      And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)
      Soon, as I land on the Leer (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)
      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)
      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
      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)
      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)

      Migos - MotorSport Música y Letra

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