Why Would I Hop in Some Beef, When I Could Just Hop in a Porsche
MotorSport
past Migos, Nicki Minaj & Cardi B
on Motorsport (2017), Culture II
Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt
G-M-Yard-Murda
[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), popular her like a cork (pop it)
Yous a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull upward, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (spring)
Cotton candy (drinkable), my loving cup tastes like the off-white (cotton)
Straight upwards 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)
[Poetry 1: Quavo]
Face all your fears, then become at me
Hitting so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Experience like I tin can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Pecker Belichick
Accept the air out the brawl, just then I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walk in with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), at present she can't get back
Xans, Perky, cheque (yes), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), simply and then I can flex
Have the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
[Poesy 2: Kickoff]
Offset!
Uh, the coupe came imported (hey)
This flavor's Fair come in snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No man 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'due south nuggets (ayy)
Before long, as I land on the Lear (whew)
Piguets, they moisture, tears ('guets)
488, striking the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I'm boujee, then, b*tch, don't get near (boujee)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voilà)
Hitting the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
It'south a race to the handbag, get the mills (hey)
[Poetry three: Cardi B]
Ride the di*k similar a BMX
No n*gga wanna be my ex (no)
I honey when he go on bout
'Crusade he cums more, when I see him less
I get up ready off
I plow Offset on
I told him the other day
Homo, we should sell that porn
Yep, Cardi B, I'thou back, b*tches
I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different
Same lips that exist talkin' 'tour me
Is the same lips that be donkey kissin'
These hoes ain't what they say they are
And their pus*y stank, they catfishin'
Aforementioned hoes 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 lot heard she gon' practise what from who?
That'southward not a reliable source, no
So tell me, have you lot seen her?
Permit me wrap my weave up
I'm the trap Selena
¡Dame más gasolina! Skrrt!
[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yes, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), popular her like a cork (pop it)
You lot a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (leap)
[Verse iv: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your rima oris
b*tches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
Yous encounter them stats, you lot know what I am most
I am the champ, I'grand Fe Mike in a tour
Attending, I'ma need you to face front
You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced edgeless
Rap's Jackie Chan, nosotros own't pullin' them false stunts
My crown won't fit on your bum-ass lace fronts (uh)
You b*tches catchin' a fade, shout out my n*gga Lil Boosie
All of your friends'll exist dead, y'all can become hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get yous a straw n*gga, you know this pus*y is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now y'all 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 exist violent, but if Nicki on it, information technology slaps, ho
Get yous lined for that paper similar a loose foliage when that strap blow
I'm with a couple bad b*tches that'll rip the party
If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the infinite coupe, I done linked with Marty
I tin can actually beget to get a pink Bugatti
"Ayo Nick, didn't yous just do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my n*ggas send hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
b*tch, you my son, go and sit on the potty
[Verse 5: Takeoff]
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I scuffed 'em runnin' from 12 (12)
Ain't make no delivery with none of you b*tches
'Cause coin 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 go to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums)
Pop a Perc and take hold of a experience (I popular 1)
At present I cannot feel the bike (woah)
My chest bad, give me chills
And the left manus on Richard Mille (ice)
Not the watch, but the cost on the ice
If you lot don't know what that is (huh)
Motorsport, motorville
Abort the mission, that'south a kill (pew, pew, brrr)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), popular her like a cork (pop information technology)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the courtroom (jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my loving cup tastes like the fair (cotton fiber)
Direct upwardly in that location (where?), nosotros didn't take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
[Outro: Quavo]
Daughter, yes, yes, I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Have away pain, own't piece of cake (pain)
That's why I burn down up a bleezy (fire)
n*ggas not cappin' this flavor
Source: https://songsear.ch/song/Migos-Nicki-Minaj-Cardi-B/MotorSport/3714686
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