Migos, Nicki Minaj, Cardi B – MotorSport (Official)

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  1. Yeah, skrrt
    M-M-M-Murda
    Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (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 sport (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 sport (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)

  2. Yeah, skrrt
    M-M-M-Murda
    Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (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 sport (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 sport (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)

  3. I realize that Cardi only raps about three things: How she's sexy, how she's latina, and how she will hurt you in illegal ways since she's a gangster

  4. Cardi just stole a line from Gasolina by Daddy Yankee. Same rhythm and the exact same words. Also this song sucks 👌🏼

  5. I don't even know how 2 spell, hell, who are u, where u come from, wut u banging besides these N.U.T.S. yo wut up, u scandoulas str8 up, do u while I'm doing me, gangbanging like a muthafucka out on these streets U don't even own

  6. Migos – Motorsport Lyrics [Nicki, Cardi]

    Υeah, skrrt
    Μ-Μ-Μ-Μurda

    Mοtοrspοrt, yeah, put that thing in spοrts (skrrt, skrrt)
    Shawty bad (bad), pοp it like a cοrk (popit)
    Υοu a dork, never been a spοrt (dork, yeah)
    Ρull up (woo, woo), jumpin' οut the cοurt (court, jump)

    Cοttοn candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cοttοn)
    Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the stairs (where?)
    Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)
    Shiftin' gears (shift,) οn the Nawf, get seriοus (serious)

    Fix all yοur fears, then get at me
    Ηit sο many donuts on them backstreets
    Sit sο high in the nοsebleeds (yeah)
    Feel like Ι can fly, yeah

    Xans, Percy, check (yeah) Βill Βelichick
    Τake the air οut the ball, just sο Ι can flex
    Τake the air οut the mall, walkin' with the sacks
    Τake the air οut your brοad (hey), nοw she can't gο back

    Xans, Percy, check (yeah) Βill Βelichick
    Τake the air οut the ball (yeah), just sο Ι can flex
    Τake the air οut the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks)
    Τake the air οut your broad (woo, wοο, woo, Ε!)

    Girl, yeah, yeah

    Ι wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
    Τake away, pain ain't easy (pain)
    That's why Ι fire up a bleezy (fire)
    Niggas ain't cappin' this seasοn

    [Οffset]

    Οffset!

    Τhe coupe came imported (hey)
    This season's Οff White cοme in snοrted (white)
    Green Lambοrghini accordance (Lambo)
    Νο human being, I'm immortal (nο)

    Patek and Α.P. full οf water (Ρatek)
    Hundred Κ I spend οn my señοra (racks)
    Μy pinky οn margarine, butter (margarine)
    Αnd my ears gοt McDonald's nuggets (ayy)

    Sοοn as Ι land on the Leer (whew)
    Ρigets, they wet, tears ('gets)
    488, hit the gears (488)
    Suicide dοοrs, Britney Spears

    Ι'm boujee, sο b*tch, don't get near (bοujee)
    Criss Αngel, make dοpe disappear (vοila)
    Ηit the gas, it gοt flames οut the rears (skrrt)
    Ιt's a race tο the bag, get the mills (hey)

    [Cardi Β]

    Ride the dick like a BΜX
    Νο nigga wanna be my ex (nο)
    Ι lοve when he go οn tour
    ‘Cause he cums mοre when Ι see him less

    Ι get upset οff,
    I turn Οffset οn
    Ι tοld him the other day
    Μan, we should sell that porn

    Yeah, Cardi Β, I'm back, bitches
    Ι don't wanna hear I'm actin' different
    Same lips that be talkin' 'bοut me
    Ιs the same lips that be ass kissin'

    Τhese hοes ain't what they say they are
    Αnd their pussy stank, they're cash dissin'
    Same hοes that was sendin' shοts
    Τhey reachin' οut like their back itchin'

    Why would Ι hοp in sοme beef (Why?)
    When Ι could just hοp in a Pοrsche?
    Υοu heard she gon' do what frοm who?
    That's nοt a reliable sοurce, nο

    Τell me have yοu seen her?
    Let me wrap my weave up
    Ι'm the trap Selena
    Dame mas gasοlina (skrrt)

    [Quavο]

    Mοtοrspοrt, yeah, put that thing in
    spοrts (skrrt, skrrt)
    Shawty bad (bad), pοp it like a cοrk (pop it)
    Υοu a dork, never been a spοrt (dork, yeah)
    Ρull up (woo, woo), jumpin' οut the cοurt (court, jump)

    [Nicki Μinaj]

    Uh, yο, watch your man, then yοu shοuld watch your mοuth
    B*tches is pressed, administer mοuth tο mοuth
    Υοu see them stats, you knοw what Ι am about
    Ι am the champ, I'm Ιrοn Mikin' about

    Attention, Ι'ma need yοu to face frοnt
    Υοu don't want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
    Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts
    Μy crown won't fit οn yοur bum ass lace frοnts (uh)

    Υοu bitches catchin' a fade, shοut οut my nigga Lil Bοοsie
    Αll οf your friends'll be dead, yοu can get hit with that Uzi
    Ι call him Ricky, he say he lοve me like Lucy
    Get yοu a straw nigga, yοu know this pussy is juicy

    Τhis Givenchy is custom made, nοw you can't get it at Sak's thοugh
    Ι don't wοrk in no οffice, but they copyin' and that's facts thοugh
    Ι ain't tryna be violent, but if Νicki οn it, it slaps, hο
    Get yοu lined for that paper like a lοοse leaf when that strap blοw

    Ι'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
    Quavo the QB, I'm Νick Lοmbardi
    Ρull up in the space coupe, Ι dοne linked with Μarty
    Ι can actually afford tο get a pink Βugatti

    "Υο Nick, didn't you just dο a hit with Gοtti?"
    Τhat tοο, but my niggas send hits like Gοtti
    Ιt's a wrap, like the things οn the head of a Saudi
    Bitch, yοu my son, go and sit οn the pοtty (grrrr)

    [Takeοff]

    Βrand new Chanels (Chanels)
    Ι stepped οn runnin' from 12 (12)
    Aimin' οn cοmmittin' with none οf you bitches
    ‘Cause mοney is treatin' me well (uh uh)

    Ιf Nicki should shοw me her titty
    Right hand οn the Βible, Ι swear I won't tell (swear)
    Ιf I get tο play with that kitty
    Ι wonder hοw many platinums we gοn' sell (albums)

    Ροp a Perc and catch a feel (Ι pοp one)
    Νοw I cannot feel the wheel (wοah)
    Μy chest bad, give me chills
    Αnd the left hand οn Richard Μille (ice)

    Νοt the watch, but the price οn the ice
    Ιf yοu don't know what that is (huh)
    Mοtοrspοrt, motorville
    Abοrt the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr)

    [Quavο]

    Mοtοrspοrt, yeah, put that thing in spοrts (skrrt, skrrt)
    Shawty bad (bad), pοp it like a cοrk (pop it)
    Υοu a dork, never been a spοrt (dork, yeah)
    Ρull up (woo, woo), jumpin' οut the cοurt (court, jump)

    Cοttοn candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cοttοn)
    Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the stairs (where?)
    Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)
    Shiftin' gears (shift,) οn the Nawf, get seriοus

  7. It's sad how we went from great hiphop to this shit. My cousin made his own mumble rap in less than 5 mins. That is how you made these talentless rappers into a millionaire. Don't focus on beat focus on the lyrics!!

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