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“Migos, Nicki Minaj & Cardi B – Motorsport”

[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt
MMM-Murda

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (Skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (Bad), pop it like a cork (Pop it)
You a jerk, you never was a sport (jerk, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jump off the ground (jump)
Cotton candy (Drink), my cup tastes like the fair (Cotton)
Straight up there (Where?), we didn’t take the stairs (Where?)
I faced my fears (my fears), I gave tears to my mama (mama)
Shift up (Shift), on the Nawf, get serious (Serious)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Face all your fears, then catch me
Hit so many donuts in the alleys
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (Yeah)
I feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (Yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air off the balloon (Ooh), just so I can flex
Get the air out of the mall, get in with the bags
Get air ta wide (Hey), now she can’t go back (E)
Xans, Perky, check (Yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air off the ball (Yeah), just so I can flex
Get the air out the mall (Hey), get in with the bags
Take the air off your wide (Woo, woo, woo, E)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Gap!
Uh, the coupe came imported (Hey)
This season’s Off-Whites are snorted (White)
Green Lamborghini a turtle (Lambo)
No human, I’m immortal (No)
Patek and AP full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (Racks)
My little finger on the margarine, butter (Margarine)
And my ears got McDonald’s nuggets (Ayy)
As soon as I land on the Lear (Phew)
Piguets, they wet, cry (‘Guets)
488, shift gears (488)
Suicide Doors, Britney Spears
I’m boujee, so bitch, stay away (Boujee)
Criss Angel, make the dope disappear (There it is)
Hit the gas, it got flames in the back (Skrrt)
It’s a sack race, get the mills (Hey)

[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (No)
I love when he goes on tour
Because he cums more, when I see him less
I get up leave
I activate the lag
I told her the other day
“Dude, we should sell this porn”
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
I don’t wanna hear that I act different (Yeah)
The same lips that speak of me
It’s the same lips that kiss
These hoes ain’t what they say they are
And they stink of pussy, they catfish (stink)
The same hoes that used to send shots
They’re reaching out like they’re stepping back (Whoo)
Why would I jump in beef (Why?)
When I could just jump in a Porsche?
What did you hear she was gonna do with who?
It’s not a reliable source, no
So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave
I am the trap Selena
¡Lady more gasolina! Skrrt!

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (Skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (Bad), pop it like a cork (Pop it)
You a jerk, you never was a sport (jerk, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jump off the ground (jump)

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
female dogs are in a hurry, administer mouth to mouth
You see the stats, you know what I’m talking about
I’m the champ, I’m Iron Mike in a fight
Careful, I need you to face me
Won’t you smoke with me, that’s a laced blunt
Rap’s Jackie Chan, we don’t do fake stunts
My crown don’t fit on your lacy ass (Uh)
You bitches catch a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
All your friends will 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 that pussy juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can’t get it at Saks
I don’t work in no office, but they copy and that’s facts
I ain’t tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it smacks, ho
Get you lined up for that paper like a fly sheet when that strap blows
I’m with some bad bitches that’ll tear the party apart
If Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi
Stop in the cut space, I made the connection with Marty
I can actually afford a pink Bugatti
“Ayo, Nick, didn’t you just make a hit with Gotti? »
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It’s a wrap, like the things on a Saudi’s head
Bitch, you son go sit on the potty (Rrrrrr)

[Verse 5: Takeoff]
New Chanels (Chanels)
I scuffed ’em running from 12 (12)
I don’t make no commitments with any of you bitches
‘Cause money treats me right (Uh-uh)
If Nicki were to show me her boobs
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won’t tell (Swear)
If I can play with this kitty
I wonder how many turntables we gonna sell (Albums)
Pop a Perc and catch a sensation (I pop a)
Now I don’t feel the wheel anymore (Woah)
My chest is bad, give me chills (Ice)
And the left hand on Richard Mille (Ice)
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
If you don’t know what it is (Huh)
motorsport, motorville
Abandoning the mission is a kill (Pew, pew, brrr)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (Skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (Bad), pop it like a cork (Pop it)
You a jerk, you never was a sport (jerk, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jump off the ground (jump)
Cotton candy (Drink), my cup tastes like the fair (Cotton)
Straight up there (Where?), we didn’t take the stairs (Where?)
I faced my fears (my fears), I gave tears to my mama (mama)
Shift up (Shift), on the Nawf, get serious (Serious)

[Outro: Quavo]
Girl, yeah, yeah, wish my grandma could see me (Grandma)
Take the pain away, it ain’t easy (pain)
That’s why I light a bleezy (fire)
Niggas don’t cap this season