K-pop Lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: Quavo]
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)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
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)

[Verse 2: Offset]
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 senora (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 (voila)
Hit the gas, it got flames
out the rears (skrrt)
It's a race to the bag,
get the mills (hey)

[Verse 3: Cardi B]
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 mas gasolina! Skrrt!

[Chorus: Quavo]
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)

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
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
＂Ayo 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

[Verse 5: Takeoff]
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)

[Chorus: Quavo]
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)

[Outro: Quavo]
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