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作詞 Belcalis Almanzar/Shane Lindstrom/Kevin Gomringer/Tim Gomringer

作曲 Belcalis Almanzar/Shane Lindstrom/Kevin Gomringer/Tim Gomringer

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Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt M-M-M-Murda Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (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, walk in 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) Offset! Uh, 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, bitch, don't get near (boujee) Criss Angel, make dope 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 dick like a BMX No nigga 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, bitches I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me Is the same lips that be ass kissin' These hoes ain't what they say they are And their pussy stank, they catfishin' Same 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 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 sport (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, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth Bitches 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-ass lace fronts (uh) You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga 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 nigga, you know this pussy 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 bitches 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 "Hey yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?" That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr) Brand new Chanels (Chanels) I scuffed 'em runnin' from 12 (12) Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches 'Cause money 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 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 sport (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) 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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