MotorSport (Explicit)
Migos, Nicki Minaj, Cardi B"MotorSport (Explicit)" is a song by Migos, Nicki Minaj, Cardi B, released in 2017 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:58 long and contains 118 lines and 964 words.
Lyrics
0:02Yeah woo
0:04M M M Murda
0:07Motorsport yeah put that thing in sports skrrt skrrt
0:11Shawty bad bad pop her like a cork pop it
0:14You a dork never been a sport dork yeah
0:18Pull up woo woo jumpin' out the court jump
0:21Cotton candy drink my cup tastes like the fair cotton
0:25Straight up there where we didn't take the stairs where
0:28Faced my fears fears gave my mama tears mama
0:31Shiftin' gears shift on the Nawf get serious serious
0:35Face all your fears then get at me
0:39Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
0:42Sit so high in the nosebleeds yeah
0:46Feel like I can fly yeah
0:49Xans Perky check yeah Bill Belichick
0:52Take the air out the ball just so I can flex
0:55Take the air out the mall walkin' with the sacks
0:59Take the air out your broad hey now she can't go back
1:02Xans Perky check yeah Bill Belichick
1:06Take the air out the ball yeah just so I can flex
1:09Take the air out the mall hey walk in with the sacks
1:12Take the air out your broad woo woo woo E
1:17The coupe came imported hey
1:19This season's off-white come in snorted white
1:20Green Lamborghini a tortoise Lambo
1:22No human being I'm immortal no
1:24Patek and A.P. full of water Patek
1:25Hundred K I spend on my señora racks
1:27My pinky on margarine butter margarine
1:29And my ears got McDonald's nuggets ayy
1:31Soon as I land on the Lear whew
1:32Piguets they wet tears 'guets
1:34488 hit the gears 488
1:36Suicide doors Britney Spears
1:37I'm boujee so b**ch don't get near boujee
1:39Criss Angel make d**e disappear voilà
1:41Hit the gas it got flames out the rears skrrt
1:43It's a race to the bag get the mills hey
1:45Ride the d**k like a BMX
1:46No n**ga wanna be my ex no
1:48I love when he go on tour
1:49'Cause he cums more when I see him less
1:51I get up set off
1:52I turn offset on
1:54I told him the other day
1:56Man we should sell that porn
1:58Yeah Cardi B I'm back b**ches
2:00I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different
2:02Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me
2:03Is the same lips that be a** kissin'
2:05These hoes ain't what they say they are
2:07And their p**sy stank they catfishin'
2:08Same h**s that was sendin' shots
2:10They reachin' out like they back itchin'
2:12Why would I hop in some beef why
2:14When I could just hop in a Porsche
2:15You heard she gon' do what from who
2:17That's not a reliable source no
2:19So tell me have you seen her
2:21Let me wrap my weave up
2:22I'm the trap Selena
2:24Dame más gasolina skrrt
2:27Motorsport yeah put that thing in sports skrrt skrrt
2:30Shawty bad bad pop her like a cork pop it
2:33You a dork never been a sport dork yeah
2:37Pull up woo woo jumpin' out the court jump
2:41Uh then you should watch your mouth
2:43B**ches is pressed administer mouth to mouth
2:47You see them stats you know what I am about
2:51I am the champ I'm Iron Mike in a bout
2:54Attention I'ma need you to face front
2:57You don't want smoke with me this is a laced blunt
3:01Rap's Jackie Chan we ain't pullin' them fake stunts
3:04My crown won't fit on your bum a** lace fronts uh
3:08You b**ches catchin' a fade shout out my n**ga Lil Boosie
3:12All of your friends'll be dead you can get hit with that Uzi
3:15I call him Ricky he say he love me like Lucy
3:19Get you a straw n**ga you know this p**sy is juicy
3:22This Givenchy is custom made now you can't get it at Saks though
3:25I don't work in no office but they copyin' and that's facts though
3:29I ain't tryna be violent but if Nicki on it it slaps ho
3:32Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
3:35I'm with a couple bad b**ches that'll rip the party
3:37If Quavo the QB I'm Nick Lombardi
3:39Pull up in the space coupe I done linked with Marty
3:41I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
3:43Yo Nick didn't you just do a hit with Gotti
3:44That too but my n**gas send hits like Gotti
3:46It's a wrap like the things on the head of a Saudi
3:48B**ch you my son go and sit on the potty rrrr
3:50Brand new Chanels Chanels
3:51I stepped on runnin' from 12 12
3:53Ain't make no commitment with none of you b**ches
3:55'Cause money is treatin' me well uh uh
3:56If Nicki should show me her t**ty
3:58Right hand on the Bible I swear I won't tell swear
4:00If I get to play with that kitty
4:01I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell albums
4:03Pop a Perc and catch a feel I pop one
4:05Now I cannot feel the wheel woah
4:07My chest bad give me chills
4:08And the left hand on Richard Mille ice
4:10Not the watch but the price on the ice
4:12If you don't know what that is huh
4:14Motorsport motorville
4:15Abort the mission that's a kill pew pew brrr
4:18Motorsport yeah put that thing in sports skrrt skrrt
4:21Shawty bad bad pop her like a cork pop it
4:25You a dork never been a sport dork yeah
4:28Pull up woo woo jumpin' out the court jump
4:32Cotton candy drink my cup tastes like the fair cotton
4:35Straight up there where we didn't take the stairs where
4:38Faced my fears fears gave my mama tears mama
4:42Shiftin' gears shift on the Nawf get serious
4:45Girl yeah yeah I wish my grandma could see me grandma
4:51Take away pain ain't easy pain
4:54That's why I fire up a bleezy fire
4:58Niggas not cappin' this season
Yeah woo 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 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 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 Lear whew Piguets they wet tears 'guets 488 hit the gears 488 Suicide doors Britney Spears I'm boujee so b**ch don't get near boujee Criss Angel make d**e disappear voilà Hit the gas it got flames out the rears skrrt It's a race to the bag get the mills hey Ride the d**k like a BMX No n**ga wanna be my ex no I love when he go on tour 'Cause he cums more when I see him less I get up set off I turn offset on I told him the other day Man we should sell that porn Yeah Cardi B I'm back b**ches I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me Is the same lips that be a** kissin' These hoes ain't what they say they are And their p**sy stank they catfishin' Same h**s that was sendin' shots They reachin' out like they 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 jump Uh then you should watch your mouth B**ches 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 a** lace fronts uh You b**ches catchin' a fade shout out my n**ga 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 n**ga you know this p**sy 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 b**ches that'll rip the party If 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 n**gas send hits like Gotti It's a wrap like the things on the head of a Saudi B**ch 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 b**ches 'Cause money is treatin' me well uh uh If Nicki should show me her t**ty 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 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 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
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