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ศิลปิน Migos, Nicki Minaj, Cardi B

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Artist: Migos, Nicki Minaj, Cardi B

 

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 p**n

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 k**l 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

 

N***as not cappin' this season

 

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