| Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt
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| M-M-M-Murda
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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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| 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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| 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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| 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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| 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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| 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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| 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 |
| 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 (whoa)
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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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| 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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| 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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song MotorSport , by - Migos. Song from the album Culture II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп