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MotorSport feat Nicki Minaj & Cardi B letra Migos MotorSport feat Nicki Minaj & Cardi B letra |
(Intro: Quavo)
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Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt
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M-M-M-Murda
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(Chorus: Quavo)
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Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
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Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
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You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
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Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (jump)
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Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
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Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?)
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Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
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Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
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(Verse 1: Quavo)
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Face all your fears, then get at me
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Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
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Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
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Feel like I can fly, yeah
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Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
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Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
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Take the air out the mall, walkin' with the sacks
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Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back
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Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
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Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
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Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks
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Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
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(Verse 2: Offset)
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Offset!
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Uh, the coupe came imported (hey)
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This season's Off-White come in snorted (white)
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Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
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No human being, I'm immortal (no)
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Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
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Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
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My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
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And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)
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Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
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Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)
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488, hit the gears (488)
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Suicide doors, Britney Spears
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I'm boujee, so, bitch, don't get near (boujee)
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Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voilà)
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Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
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It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)
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(Verse 3: Cardi B)
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Ride the dick like a BMX
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No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
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I love when he go on tour
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'Cause he cums more, when I see him less
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I get up set off
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I turn Offset on
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I told him the other day
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Man, we should sell that porn
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Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches
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I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different
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Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me
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Is the same lips that be ass kissin'
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These hoes ain't what they say they are
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And their pussy stank, they catfishin'
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Same hoes that was sendin' shots
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They reachin' out like they back itchin'
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Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
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When I could just hop in a Porsche?
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You heard she gon' do what from who?
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That's not a reliable source, no
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So tell me, have you seen her?
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Let me wrap my weave up
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I'm the trap Selena
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¡Dame más gasolina! Skrrt!
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(Chorus: Quavo)
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Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
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Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
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You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
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Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (jump)
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(Verse 4: Nicki Minaj)
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Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
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Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
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You see them stats, you know what I am about
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I am the champ, I'm Iron Mike in a bout
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Attention, I'ma need you to face front
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You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
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Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts
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My crown won't fit on your bum-ass lace fronts (uh)
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You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
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All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
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I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
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Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
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This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though
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I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though
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I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
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Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
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I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
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If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
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Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
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I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
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"Hey yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
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That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
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It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
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Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)
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(Verse 5: Takeoff)
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Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
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I scuffed 'em runnin' from 12 (12)
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Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches
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'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh)
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If Nicki should show me her titty
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Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won't tell (swear)
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If I get to play with that kitty
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I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums)
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Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
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Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
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My chest bad, give me chills
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And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
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Not the watch, but the price on the ice
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If you don't know what that is (huh)
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Motorsport, motorville
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Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr)
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(Chorus: Quavo)
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Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
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Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
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You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
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Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (jump)
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Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
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Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?)
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Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
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Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
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(Outro: Quavo)
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Girl, yeah, yeah, I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
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Take away pain, ain't easy (pain)
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That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
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| Niggas not cappin' this season
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