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(Why?)\nWhen I could just hop in a Porsche?\nYou heard she, gon' do what, from who?\nThat's not a reliable source\nSo tell me have you seen her?\nLet me wrap my weave up\nI'm the trap Selena\nDame más gasolina (skrrt)\n\nMotorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)\nShawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)\nYou a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)\nPull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)\n\nUh, yo, watch your man\nThen you should watch your mouth\nBitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth\nYou see them stats, you know what I am about\nI am the champ, I'm Iron Mikin' about\nAttention, I'ma need you to face front\nYou don't wanna smoke with me, this is a laced blunt\nRap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts\nMy crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)\nYou bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil' Boosie\nAll of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi\nI call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy\nGet you 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skrrt\n[00:03.56] M-M-M-Murda\n[00:07.36] Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)\n[00:10.71] Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)\n[00:14.09] You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)\n[00:17.63] Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court\n[00:21.02] Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)\n[00:24.37] Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?)\n[00:27.92] Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)\n[00:31.43] Shiftin' gears (shift,) on the Nawf, get serious (serious)\n[00:35.35] Face all your fears, then get at me\n[00:38.73] Hit so many donuts on them backstreets\n[00:42.39] Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)\n[00:45.79] Feel like I can fly, yeah\n[00:48.69] Xans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick\n[00:51.46] Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex\n[00:55.06] Take the air out the mall, walk in with the sacks\n[00:58.33] Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back\n[01:02.44] Xans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick\n[01:05.44] Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex\n[01:08.83] Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks\n[01:12.47] Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)\n[01:16.29] Offset (Uh)\n[01:17.00] The coupe came imported (hey)\n[01:18.34] This season's Off-white, come and snorted (white)\n[01:20.00] Green Lamborghini, a tortoise (Lambo)\n[01:21.87] No human being, I'm immortal (no)\n[01:23.66] Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)\n[01:25.27] Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)\n[01:27.07] My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)\n[01:28.73] And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)\n[01:30.20] Soon as I land on the Leer (whew)\n[01:31.93] Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)\n[01:33.90] 488, hit the gears (488)\n[01:35.72] Suicide doors, Britney Spears\n[01:37.23] I'm boujee, so bitch, don't get near (boujee)\n[01:38.94] Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)\n[01:40.64] Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)\n[01:42.21] It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)\n[01:44.06] Ride the dick like a BMX\n[01:45.78] No nigga wanna be my ex (no)\n[01:47.56] I love when he go on tour\n[01:49.09] 'Cause he cums more when I see him less\n[01:50.77] I get upset off, I turn Offset on\n[01:53.95] I told him the other day\n[01:55.78] Man, we should sell that porn\n[01:57.54] Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches\n[01:59.62] I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different (yeah)\n[02:01.52] Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me\n[02:03.08] Is the same lips that be ass kissin'\n[02:04.77] These hoes ain't what they say they are\n[02:06.54] And they pussy stink, they catfishin' (stank)\n[02:08.36] Same hoes that was sendin' shots\n[02:10.05] They reachin' out like they back itchin'\n[02:11.84] Why would I hop in some beef? (Why?)\n[02:13.40] When I could just hop in a Porsche?\n[02:14.97] You heard she, gon' do what, from who?\n[02:16.91] That's not a reliable source\n[02:18.57] So tell me have you seen her?\n[02:20.63] Let me wrap my weave up\n[02:22.28] I'm the trap Selena\n[02:23.91] Dame más gasolina (skrrt)\n[02:26.44] Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)\n[02:29.82] Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)\n[02:33.01] You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)\n[02:36.47] Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)\n[02:39.16] Uh, yo, watch your man\n[02:41.55] Then you should watch your mouth\n[02:43.51] Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth\n[02:47.07] You see them stats, you know what I am about\n[02:50.42] I am the champ, I'm Iron Mikin' about\n[02:53.89] Attention, I'ma need you to face front\n[02:57.13] You don't wanna smoke with me, this is a laced blunt\n[03:00.52] Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts\n[03:03.97] My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)\n[03:07.99] You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil' Boosie\n[03:11.30] All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi\n[03:14.81] I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy\n[03:18.42] Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy\n[03:21.52] This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though\n[03:25.00] I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though\n[03:28.49] I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, hoe\n[03:31.96] Get you lined for that paper, like a loose leaf, when that strap blow\n[03:35.36] I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party\n[03:37.14] If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi\n[03:38.81] Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty\n[03:40.57] I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti\n[03:42.31] \"Aye yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?\"\n[03:44.12] That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti\n[03:45.74] It's a wrap, 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skrrt\n[00:03.98] M-M-M-Murda\n[00:06.63] Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)\n[00:11.12] Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)\n[00:14.15] You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)\n[00:17.61] Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court\n[00:21.49] Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)\n[00:24.68] Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?)\n[00:27.13] Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)\n[00:31.53] Shiftin' gears (shift,) on the Nawf, get serious (serious)\n[00:35.23] Face all your fears, then get at me\n[00:39.61] Hit so many donuts on them backstreets\n[00:42.59] Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)\n[00:46.22] Feel like I can fly, yeah\n[00:49.73] Xans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick\n[00:52.78] Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex\n[00:55.85] Take the air out the mall, walk in with the sacks\n[00:59.23] Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back\n[01:02.82] Xans, Perky, 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skrrt\n[00:04.36] M-M-M-Murda\n[00:06.91] Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)\n[00:10.53] Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)\n[00:13.71] You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)\n[00:17.27] Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court\n[00:21.09] Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)\n[00:24.49] Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?)\n[00:27.49] Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)\n[00:31.32] Shiftin' gears (shift,) on the Nawf, get serious (serious)\n[00:34.93] Face all your fears, then get at me\n[00:38.58] Hit so many donuts on them backstreets\n[00:42.45] Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)\n[00:46.24] Feel like I can fly, yeah\n[00:48.50] Xans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick\n[00:51.59] Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex\n[00:55.02] Take the air out the mall, walk in with the sacks\n[00:58.38] Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back\n[01:02.15] Xans, Perky, 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(Why?)\n  When I could just hop in a Porsche?\n  You heard she, gon' do what, from who?\n  That's not a reliable source\n  So tell me have you seen her?\n  Let me wrap my weave up\n  I'm the trap Selena\n  Dame más gasolina (skrrt)\n\n  Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)\n  Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)\n  You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)\n  Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)\n\n  Uh, yo, watch your man\n  Then you should watch your mouth\n  Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth\n  You see them stats, you know what I am about\n  I am the champ, I'm Iron Mikin' about\n  Attention, I'ma need you to face front\n  You don't wanna smoke with me, this is a laced blunt\n  Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts\n  My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)\n  You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil' Boosie\n  All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi\n  I call 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(Why?)\n  When I could just hop in a Porsche?\n  You heard she, gon' do what, from who?\n  That's not a reliable source\n  So tell me have you seen her?\n  Let me wrap my weave up\n  I'm the trap Selena\n  Dame más gasolina (skrrt)\n\n  Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)\n  Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)\n  You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)\n  Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)\n\n  Uh, yo, watch your man\n  Then you should watch your mouth\n  Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth\n  You see them stats, you know what I am about\n  I am the champ, I'm Iron Mikin' about\n  Attention, I'ma need you to face front\n  You don't wanna smoke with me, this is a laced blunt\n  Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts\n  My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)\n  You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil' Boosie\n  All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi\n  I call 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skrrt\n[00:04.40] M-M-M-Murda\n[00:06.99] Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)\n[00:10.59] Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)\n[00:13.72] You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)\n[00:17.23] Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court\n[00:21.08] Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)\n[00:24.45] Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?)\n[00:27.44] Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)\n[00:31.30] Shiftin' gears (shift,) on the Nawf, get serious (serious)\n[00:34.99] Face all your fears, then get at me\n[00:38.52] Hit so many donuts on them backstreets\n[00:42.48] Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)\n[00:46.25] Feel like I can fly, yeah\n[00:48.52] Xans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick\n[00:51.51] Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex\n[00:55.02] Take the air out the mall, walk in with the sacks\n[00:58.39] Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back\n[01:02.17] Xans, Perky, 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(skrrt)\n[01:42.89] It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)\n[01:44.32] Ride the dick like a BMX\n[01:46.04] No nigga wanna be my ex (no)\n[01:47.78] I love when he go on tour\n[01:49.45] 'Cause he cums more when I see him less\n[01:51.13] I get upset off, I turn Offset on\n[01:54.13] I told him the other day\n[01:56.08] Man, we should sell that porn\n[01:58.15] Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches\n[01:59.95] I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different (yeah)\n[02:01.67] Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me\n[02:03.42] Is the same lips that be ass kissin'\n[02:05.21] These hoes ain't what they say they are\n[02:06.61] And they pussy stink, they catfishin' (stank)\n[02:08.54] Same hoes that was sendin' shots\n[02:10.47] They reachin' out like they back itchin'\n[02:12.02] Why would I hop in some beef? (Why?)\n[02:13.82] When I could just hop in a Porsche?\n[02:15.23] You heard she, gon' do what, from who?\n[02:17.11] That's not a reliable source\n[02:18.97] So tell me have you seen her?\n[02:20.72] Let me wrap my weave up\n[02:22.53] I'm the trap Selena\n[02:24.13] Dame más gasolina (skrrt)\n[02:25.99] Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)\n[02:29.95] Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)\n[02:33.29] You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)\n[02:36.14] Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)\n[02:40.00] Uh, yo, watch your man\n[02:41.68] Then you should watch your mouth\n[02:43.88] Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth\n[02:46.78] You see them stats, you know what I am about\n[02:49.90] I am the champ, I'm Iron Mikin' about\n[02:53.23] Attention, I'ma need you to face front\n[02:57.47] You don't wanna smoke with me, this is a laced blunt\n[03:00.86] Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts\n[03:04.36] My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)\n[03:07.61] You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil' Boosie\n[03:11.04] All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi\n[03:14.72] I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy\n[03:18.27] Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy\n[03:21.51] This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though\n[03:25.15] I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though\n[03:28.68] I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, hoe\n[03:32.33] Get you lined for that paper, like a loose leaf, when that strap blow\n[03:35.39] I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party\n[03:37.15] If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi\n[03:39.16] Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty\n[03:40.91] I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti\n[03:42.58] \"Aye yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?\"\n[03:44.37] That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti\n[03:46.09] It's a wrap, 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check (yeah) Bill Belichick\n[01:13.44] Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex\n[01:16.72] Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks\n[01:20.17] Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)\n[01:24.01] Offset (Uh)\n[01:25.05] The coupe came imported (hey)\n[01:26.38] This season's Off-white, come and snorted (white)\n[01:27.83] Green Lamborghini, a tortoise (Lambo)\n[01:29.69] No human being, I'm immortal (no)\n[01:31.25] Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)\n[01:32.96] Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)\n[01:34.61] My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)\n[01:36.58] And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)\n[01:38.17] Soon as I land on the Leer (whew)\n[01:39.79] Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)\n[01:41.51] 488, hit the gears (488)\n[01:43.40] Suicide doors, Britney Spears\n[01:45.02] I'm boujee, so bitch, don't get near (boujee)\n[01:46.79] Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)\n[01:48.56] Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears 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(skrrt)\n[01:42.29] It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)\n[01:44.09] Ride the dick like a BMX\n[01:45.72] No nigga wanna be my ex (no)\n[01:47.53] I love when he go on tour\n[01:49.08] 'Cause he cums more when I see him less\n[01:50.75] I get upset off, I turn Offset on\n[01:53.94] I told him the other day\n[01:55.70] Man, we should sell that porn\n[01:57.59] Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches\n[01:59.62] I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different (yeah)\n[02:01.58] Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me\n[02:03.05] Is the same lips that be ass kissin'\n[02:04.72] These hoes ain't what they say they are\n[02:06.51] And they pussy stink, they catfishin' (stank)\n[02:08.32] Same hoes that was sendin' shots\n[02:10.09] They reachin' out like they back itchin'\n[02:11.87] Why would I hop in some beef? 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fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)\n[03:07.92] You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil' Boosie\n[03:11.34] All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi\n[03:14.88] I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy\n[03:18.45] Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy\n[03:21.53] This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though\n[03:25.03] I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though\n[03:28.48] I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, hoe\n[03:31.95] Get you lined for that paper, like a loose leaf, when that strap blow\n[03:35.35] I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party\n[03:37.17] If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi\n[03:38.82] Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty\n[03:40.51] I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti\n[03:42.31] \"Aye yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?\"\n[03:44.14] That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti\n[03:45.76] It's a wrap, 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(Why?)\n  When I could just hop in a Porsche?\n  You heard she, gon' do what, from who?\n  That's not a reliable source\n  So tell me have you seen her?\n  Let me wrap my weave up\n  I'm the trap Selena\n  Dame más gasolina (skrrt)\n\n  Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)\n  Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)\n  You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)\n  Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)\n\n  Uh, yo, watch your man\n  Then you should watch your mouth\n  Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth\n  You see them stats, you know what I am about\n  I am the champ, I'm Iron Mikin' about\n  Attention, I'ma need you to face front\n  You don't wanna smoke with me, this is a laced blunt\n  Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts\n  My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)\n  You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil' Boosie\n  All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi\n  I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy\n  Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy\n  This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though\n  I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though\n  I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, hoe\n  Get you lined for that paper, like a loose leaf, when that strap blow\n  I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party\n  If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi\n  Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty\n  I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti\n  \"Aye yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?\"\n  That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti\n  It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi\n  Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)\n\n  Brand new Chanels (Chanels)\n  I scuffed 'em runnin' from 12 (12)\n  Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches\n  'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh)\n  If Nicki should show me her titty\n  Right hand on the Bible\n  I swear I won't tell (swear)\n  If I get to play with that kitty\n  I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums)\n  Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)\n  Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)\n  My chest bad, give me chills\n  And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)\n  Not the watch, but the price on the ice\n  If you don't know what that is (huh)\n  Motorsport, motorville\n  Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr)\n\n  Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)\n  Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)\n  You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)\n  Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court jump)\n\n  Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)\n  Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the stairs (where?)\n  Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)\n  Shiftin' gears (shift,) on the Nawf, get serious (serious)\n\n  Girl, yeah, yeah\n  I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)\n  Take away, pain ain't easy (pain)\n  That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire)\n  Niggas not cappin' this season\n"},{"id":39383598,"name":"MotorSport","trackName":"MotorSport","artistName":"Migos, Nicki Minaj & Cardi B","albumName":"MotorSport - Single","duration":323.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, skrrt\nM-M-M-Murda\n\nMotorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)\nShawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)\nYou a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)\nPull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court\n\nCotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)\nStraight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?)\nFaced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)\nShiftin' gears (shift,) on the Nawf, get serious (serious)\n\nFace all your fears, then get at me\nHit so many donuts on them backstreets\nSit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)\nFeel like I can fly, yeah\n\nXans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick\nTake the air out the ball, just so I can flex\nTake the air out the mall, walk in with the sacks\nTake the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back\n\nXans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick\nTake the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex\nTake the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks\nTake the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)\n\nOffset (Uh)\nThe coupe came imported (hey)\nThis season's Off-white, come and snorted (white)\nGreen Lamborghini, a tortoise (Lambo)\nNo human being, I'm immortal (no)\nPatek and A.P. full of water (Patek)\nHundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)\nMy pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)\nAnd my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)\nSoon as I land on the Leer (whew)\nPiguets, they wet, tears ('guets)\n488, hit the gears (488)\nSuicide doors, Britney Spears\nI'm boujee, so bitch, don't get near (boujee)\nCriss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)\nHit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)\nIt's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)\n\nRide the dick like a BMX\nNo nigga wanna be my ex (no)\nI love when he go on tour\n'Cause he cums more when I see him less\nI get upset off, I turn Offset on\nI told him the other day\nMan, we should sell that porn\nYeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches\nI don't wanna hear I'm actin' different (yeah)\nSame lips that be talkin' 'bout me\nIs the same lips that be ass kissin'\nThese hoes ain't what they say they are\nAnd they pussy stink, they catfishin' (stank)\nSame hoes that was sendin' shots\nThey reachin' out like they back itchin'\nWhy would I hop in some beef? (Why?)\nWhen I could just hop in a Porsche?\nYou heard she, gon' do what, from who?\nThat's not a reliable source\nSo tell me have you seen her?\nLet me wrap my weave up\nI'm the trap Selena\nDame más gasolina (skrrt)\n\nMotorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)\nShawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)\nYou a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)\nPull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)\n\nUh, yo, watch your man\nThen you should watch your mouth\nBitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth\nYou see them stats, you know what I am about\nI am the champ, I'm Iron Mikin' about\nAttention, I'ma need you to face front\nYou don't wanna smoke with me, this is a laced blunt\nRap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts\nMy crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)\nYou bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil' Boosie\nAll of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi\nI call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy\nGet you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy\nThis Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though\nI don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though\nI ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, hoe\nGet you lined for that paper, like a loose leaf, when that strap blow\nI'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party\nIf Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi\nPull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty\nI can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti\n\"Aye yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?\"\nThat too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti\nIt's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi\nBitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)\n\nBrand new Chanels (Chanels)\nI scuffed 'em runnin' from 12 (12)\nAin't make no commitment with none of you bitches\n'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh)\nIf Nicki should show me her titty\nRight hand on the Bible\nI swear I won't tell (swear)\nIf I get to play with that kitty\nI wonder 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skrrt\n[00:03.58]M-M-M-Murda\n[00:07.30]Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)\n[00:10.75]Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)\n[00:14.05]You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)\n[00:17.65]Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court\n[00:21.05]Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)\n[00:24.38]Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?)\n[00:27.92]Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)\n[00:31.42]Shiftin' gears (shift,) on the Nawf, get serious (serious)\n[00:35.33]Face all your fears, then get at me\n[00:38.78]Hit so many donuts on them backstreets\n[00:42.33]Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)\n[00:45.70]Feel like I can fly, yeah\n[00:48.62]Xans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick\n[00:51.43]Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex\n[00:55.08]Take the air out the mall, walk in with the sacks\n[00:58.37]Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back\n[01:02.45]Xans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick\n[01:05.49]Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex\n[01:08.83]Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks\n[01:12.47]Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)\n[01:16.26]Offset (Uh)\n[01:17.05]The coupe came imported (hey)\n[01:18.33]This season's Off-white, come and snorted (white)\n[01:20.05]Green Lamborghini, a tortoise (Lambo)\n[01:21.84]No human being, I'm immortal (no)\n[01:23.60]Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)\n[01:25.26]Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)\n[01:27.07]My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)\n[01:28.71]And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)\n[01:30.28]Soon as I land on the Leer (whew)\n[01:31.95]Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)\n[01:33.91]488, hit the gears (488)\n[01:35.73]Suicide doors, Britney Spears\n[01:37.21]I'm boujee, so bitch, don't get near (boujee)\n[01:38.97]Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)\n[01:40.69]Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)\n[01:42.29]It's a race to the bag, get the 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(yeah), just so I can flex\n  Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks\n  Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)\n\n  Offset (Uh)\n  The coupe came imported (hey)\n  This season's Off-white, come and snorted (white)\n  Green Lamborghini, a tortoise (Lambo)\n  No human being, I'm immortal (no)\n  Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)\n  Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)\n  My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)\n  And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)\n  Soon as I land on the Leer (whew)\n  Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)\n  488, hit the gears (488)\n  Suicide doors, Britney Spears\n  I'm boujee, so bitch, don't get near (boujee)\n  Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)\n  Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)\n  It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)\n\n  Ride the dick like a BMX\n  No nigga wanna be my ex (no)\n  I love when he go on tour\n  'Cause he cums more when I see him less\n  I get upset off, I turn Offset on\n  I told him the other day\n  Man, we should sell that porn\n  Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches\n  I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different (yeah)\n  Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me\n  Is the same lips that be ass kissin'\n  These hoes ain't what they say they are\n  And they pussy stink, they catfishin' (stank)\n  Same hoes that was sendin' shots\n  They reachin' out like they back itchin'\n  Why would I hop in some beef? (Why?)\n  When I could just hop in a Porsche?\n  You heard she, gon' do what, from who?\n  That's not a reliable source\n  So tell me have you seen her?\n  Let me wrap my weave up\n  I'm the trap Selena\n  Dame más gasolina (skrrt)\n\n  Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)\n  Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)\n  You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)\n  Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)\n\n  Uh, yo, watch your man\n  Then you should watch your mouth\n  Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth\n  You see them stats, you know what I am about\n  I am the champ, I'm Iron Mikin' about\n  Attention, I'ma need you to face front\n  You don't wanna smoke with me, this is a laced blunt\n  Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts\n  My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)\n  You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil' Boosie\n  All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi\n  I call 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skrrt\n[00:03.14] M-M-M-Murda\n[00:03.97] Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)\n[00:07.17] Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)\n[00:10.48] You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)\n[00:14.23] Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court\n[00:17.43] Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)\n[00:20.78] Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?)\n[00:24.26] Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)\n[00:27.82] Shiftin' gears (shift,) on the Nawf, get serious (serious)\n[00:31.47] Face all your fears, then get at me\n[00:36.02] \n[00:38.32] Hit so many donuts on them backstreets\n[00:38.67] Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)\n[00:39.50] Feel like I can fly, yeah\n[00:40.27] Xans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick\n[00:40.83] Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex\n[00:41.26] Take the air out the mall, walk in with the sacks\n[00:41.76] Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back\n[00:42.11] Xans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick\n[00:42.69] Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex\n[00:43.13] Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks\n[00:43.52] Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)\n[00:44.07] Offset (Uh)\n[00:44.52] The coupe came imported (hey)\n[00:45.23] This season's Off-white, come and snorted (white)\n[00:46.04] Green Lamborghini, a tortoise (Lambo)\n[00:46.73] No human being, I'm immortal (no)\n[00:47.49] Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)\n[00:48.29] Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)\n[00:48.99] My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)\n[00:49.66] And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)\n[00:50.36] Soon as I land on the Leer (whew)\n[00:50.93] Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)\n[00:51.44] 488, hit the gears (488)\n[00:52.04] Suicide doors, Britney Spears\n[00:52.62] I'm boujee, so bitch, don't get near (boujee)\n[00:53.37] Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)\n[00:54.08] Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears 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(Why?)\n[01:14.48] When I could just hop in a Porsche?\n[01:16.76] You heard she, gon' do what, from who?\n[01:17.79] That's not a reliable source\n[01:19.77] So tell me have you seen her?\n[01:21.25] Let me wrap my weave up\n[01:21.98] I'm the trap Selena\n[01:22.44] Dame más gasolina (skrrt)\n[01:25.52] Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)\n[01:26.62] Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)\n[01:31.12] \n[02:00.68] You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)\n[02:01.27] Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)\n[02:01.74] Uh, yo, watch your man\n[02:02.36] Then you should watch your mouth\n[02:02.85] Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth\n[02:03.44] You see them stats, you know what I am about\n[02:03.90] I am the champ, I'm Iron Mikin' about\n[02:04.86] Attention, I'ma need you to face front\n[02:07.21] You don't wanna smoke with me, this is a laced blunt\n[02:07.67] Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts\n[02:07.93] My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)\n[02:08.58] You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil' Boosie\n[02:08.91] All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi\n[02:09.04] I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy\n[02:09.22] Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy\n[02:09.31] This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though\n[02:09.56] I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though\n[02:09.76] I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, hoe\n[02:10.35] Get you lined for that paper, like a loose leaf, when that strap blow\n[02:10.61] I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party\n[02:10.77] If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi\n[02:10.83] Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty\n[02:11.69] I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti\n[02:11.83] \"Aye yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?\"\n[02:12.13] That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti\n[02:12.77] It's 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text: I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy\n  start_ms: 194810\n  end_ms: 198420\n- text: Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy\n  start_ms: 198420\n  end_ms: 201520\n- text: This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though\n  start_ms: 201520\n  end_ms: 205000\n- text: I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though\n  start_ms: 205000\n  end_ms: 208490\n- text: I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, hoe\n  start_ms: 208490\n  end_ms: 211960\n- text: Get you lined for that paper, like a loose leaf, when that strap blow\n  start_ms: 211960\n  end_ms: 215360\n- text: I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party\n  start_ms: 215360\n  end_ms: 217140\n- text: If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi\n  start_ms: 217140\n  end_ms: 218810\n- text: Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty\n  start_ms: 218810\n  end_ms: 220570\n- text: I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti\n  start_ms: 220570\n  end_ms: 222310\n- text: '\"Aye yo Nick, didn''t you just do a hit with Gotti?\"'\n  start_ms: 222310\n  end_ms: 224120\n- text: That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti\n  start_ms: 224120\n  end_ms: 225740\n- text: It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi\n  start_ms: 225740\n  end_ms: 227740\n- text: Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)\n  start_ms: 227740\n  end_ms: 229810\n- text: Brand new Chanels (Chanels)\n  start_ms: 229810\n  end_ms: 231250\n- text: I scuffed 'em runnin' from 12 (12)\n  start_ms: 231250\n  end_ms: 232880\n- text: Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches\n  start_ms: 232880\n  end_ms: 234630\n- text: '''Cause money is treatin'' me well (uh uh)'\n  start_ms: 234630\n  end_ms: 236260\n- text: If Nicki should show me her titty\n  start_ms: 236260\n  end_ms: 237650\n- text: Right hand on the Bible\n  start_ms: 237650\n  end_ms: 238490\n- text: I swear I won't tell (swear)\n  start_ms: 238490\n  end_ms: 239720\n- text: If I get to play with that kitty\n  start_ms: 239720\n  end_ms: 240960\n- text: I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums)\n  start_ms: 240960\n  end_ms: 243170\n- text: Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)\n  start_ms: 243170\n  end_ms: 245050\n- text: Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)\n  start_ms: 245050\n  end_ms: 246760\n- text: My chest bad, give me chills\n  start_ms: 246760\n  end_ms: 248300\n- text: And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)\n  start_ms: 248300\n  end_ms: 250070\n- text: Not the watch, but the price on the ice\n  start_ms: 250070\n  end_ms: 251930\n- text: If you don't know what that is (huh)\n  start_ms: 251930\n  end_ms: 253600\n- text: Motorsport, motorville\n  start_ms: 253600\n  end_ms: 255370\n- text: Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr)\n  start_ms: 255370\n  end_ms: 257750\n- text: Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)\n  start_ms: 257750\n  end_ms: 261020\n- text: Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)\n  start_ms: 261020\n  end_ms: 264400\n- text: You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)\n  start_ms: 264400\n  end_ms: 267850\n- text: Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court jump)\n  start_ms: 267850\n  end_ms: 271310\n- text: Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)\n  start_ms: 271310\n  end_ms: 274770\n- text: Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the stairs (where?)\n  start_ms: 274770\n  end_ms: 278310\n- text: Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)\n  start_ms: 278310\n  end_ms: 281760\n- text: Shiftin' gears (shift,) on the Nawf, get serious (serious)\n  start_ms: 281760\n  end_ms: 285590\n- text: Girl, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 285590\n  end_ms: 287390\n- text: I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)\n  start_ms: 287390\n  end_ms: 290370\n- text: Take away, pain ain't easy (pain)\n  start_ms: 290370\n  end_ms: 293900\n- text: That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire)\n  start_ms: 293900\n  end_ms: 297440\n- text: Niggas not cappin' this season\n  start_ms: 297440\n  end_ms: 298310\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 298310\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, skrrt\n  M-M-M-Murda\n\n  Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)\n  Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)\n  You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)\n  Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court\n\n  Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)\n  Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?)\n  Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)\n  Shiftin' gears (shift,) on the Nawf, get serious (serious)\n\n  Face all your fears, then get at me\n  Hit so many donuts on them backstreets\n  Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)\n  Feel like I can fly, yeah\n\n  Xans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick\n  Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex\n  Take the air out the mall, walk in with the sacks\n  Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back\n\n  Xans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick\n  Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex\n  Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks\n  Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)\n\n  Offset (Uh)\n  The coupe came imported (hey)\n  This season's Off-white, come and snorted (white)\n  Green Lamborghini, a tortoise (Lambo)\n  No human being, I'm immortal (no)\n  Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)\n  Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)\n  My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)\n  And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)\n  Soon as I land on the Leer (whew)\n  Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)\n  488, hit the gears (488)\n  Suicide doors, Britney Spears\n  I'm boujee, so bitch, don't get near (boujee)\n  Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)\n  Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)\n  It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)\n\n  Ride the dick like a BMX\n  No nigga wanna be my ex (no)\n  I love when he go on tour\n  'Cause he cums more when I see him less\n  I get upset off, I turn Offset on\n  I told him the other day\n  Man, we should sell that porn\n  Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches\n  I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different (yeah)\n  Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me\n  Is the same lips that be ass kissin'\n  These hoes ain't what they say they are\n  And they pussy stink, they catfishin' (stank)\n  Same hoes that was sendin' shots\n  They reachin' out like they back itchin'\n  Why would I hop in some beef? (Why?)\n  When I could just hop in a Porsche?\n  You heard she, gon' do what, from who?\n  That's not a reliable source\n  So tell me have you seen her?\n  Let me wrap my weave up\n  I'm the trap Selena\n  Dame más gasolina (skrrt)\n\n  Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)\n  Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)\n  You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)\n  Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)\n\n  Uh, yo, watch your man\n  Then you should watch your mouth\n  Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth\n  You see them stats, you know what I am about\n  I am the champ, I'm Iron Mikin' about\n  Attention, I'ma need you to face front\n  You don't wanna smoke with me, this is a laced blunt\n  Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts\n  My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)\n  You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil' Boosie\n  All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi\n  I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy\n  Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy\n  This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though\n  I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though\n  I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, hoe\n  Get you lined for that paper, like a loose leaf, when that strap blow\n  I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party\n  If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi\n  Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty\n  I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti\n  \"Aye yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?\"\n  That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti\n  It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi\n  Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)\n\n  Brand new Chanels (Chanels)\n  I scuffed 'em runnin' from 12 (12)\n  Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches\n  'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh)\n  If Nicki should show me her titty\n  Right hand on the Bible\n  I swear I won't tell (swear)\n  If I get to play with that kitty\n  I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums)\n  Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)\n  Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)\n  My chest bad, give me chills\n  And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)\n  Not the watch, but the price on the ice\n  If you don't know what that is (huh)\n  Motorsport, motorville\n  Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr)\n\n  Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)\n  Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)\n  You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)\n  Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court jump)\n\n  Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)\n  Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the stairs (where?)\n  Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)\n  Shiftin' gears (shift,) on the Nawf, get serious (serious)\n\n  Girl, yeah, yeah\n  I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)\n  Take away, pain ain't easy (pain)\n  That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire)\n  Niggas not cappin' this season\n"}]