Intro
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Verse
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Motorsport put that thing in sport
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Shawty bad pop her like a cork
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You a dork never been a sport
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Pull ■ up jumpin' out the court
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Cotton candy my cup taste like the fair
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Straight up there We didn't take the stairs
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Faced my fears gave my mama tears
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Shiftin' gears on the Nawf get serious
Chorus
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Face all your fears then get at me
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Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
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Sit so high in the nosebleeds
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Feel like I can fly ■ yeah
Verse
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Xans Perky check Bill Belichick
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Take the air out the ball just so I can flex
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Take the air out the mall walk in with the sacks
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Take the air out your broad now she can't go back
Chorus
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Xans Perky check ■ Bill Belichick ■
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Take the air out the ball just so I can flex
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Take the air out the mall walk in with the sacks
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Take the air out your broad
Verse
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Offset ■ Uh the coupe came imported
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This season's OffWhite come in snorted ■
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Green Lamborghini a tortoise
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No human being I'm immortal
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Patek and AP full of water
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Hundred K I spend on my señora
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My pinky on margarine butter
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And my ears got McDonald's nuggets
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Soon as I land on the Leer
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Baguettes they wet tears
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Four hundred and eightyeight hit the gears
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Suicide doors Britney Spears
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I'm boujee so bitch don't get near
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Criss Angel make dope disappear
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Hit the gas it got flames out the rears
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It's a race to the bag get the mills
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Ride the dick like a BMX
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No nigga wanna be my ex
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I love when he go on tour
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'cause he cums more when I see him less
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I get upset off I turn Offset ■ on
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I told him the other day
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Man we should sell that porn
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Yeah Cardi B I'm back bitches
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I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different
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Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me
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Is the same lips that be ass kissin'
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These hoes ain't what they say they are
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And their pussy stank they catfishin'
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Same hoes that was sendin' shots
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They reachin' out like their back itchin'
Chorus
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Why would I hop in some beef
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When I could just hop in a Porsche
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You heard she gon' do what from who
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That's not a reliable source
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So tell me have you seen her
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Let me wrap my weave up
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I'm the trap Selena
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Dame más gasolina
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Motorsport put that ■ thing in sport
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Shawty bad pop her like a cork
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You a dork never been a sport
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Pull up jumpin' out the court ■
Verse
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Yo ■ watch your man then you should watch your mouth
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Bitches is pressed administer mouth to mouth
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You see them stats you know what I am about
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I am the champ I'm Iron Mike in a bout
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Attention ■ I'ma need you to face front
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You don't want smoke with me this is a laced blunt
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Rap's Jackie Chan we ain't pullin' them fake stunts
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My crown won't fit on your bumass lace fronts
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You bitches catchin' a fade shout out my nigga Lil Boosie ■
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All of your friends'll be dead you can get hit with that Uzi
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I call him Ricky he say he love me like Lucy
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Get you a straw nigga you know this pussy is juicy
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This Givenchy is custommade now you can't get it at Saks though
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I don't work in no office but they copyin' and that's facts though
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I ain't tryna be violent but if Nicki on it it slaps ho
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Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
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I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
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If Quavo the QB I'm Nick Lombardi
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Pull up in the space coupe I done linked with Marty
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I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
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Ayo Nick didn't you just do a hit with Gotti
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That too but my niggas send hits like Gotti
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It's a wrap like the things on the head of a Saudi
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Bitch you my son go and sit on the potty ■
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Brand new Chanels
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I scuffed 'em runnin' from twelve
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Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches
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'cause money is treatin' me well
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If Nicki should show me her titty
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Right hand on the Bible I swear I won't tell
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If I get to play with that kitty
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I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell
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Pop a Perc and catch a feel
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Now I cannot feel the wheel
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My chest bad give me chills
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And the left hand on Richard Mille
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Not the watch but the price on the ice
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If you don't know what that is
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Motorsport motorville
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Abort the mission that's a kill
Chorus
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■ Motorsport put that thing in sport ■
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Shawty bad pop her like a cork ■
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You a dork never been a sport ■
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Pull up jumpin' out the court
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Cotton candy my cup taste like the fair ■
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Straight up there We didn't take the stairs ■
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Faced my fears gave my mama tears
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Shiftin' gears on the Nawf get serious
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Yeah yeah ■ ■ I wish my grandma could see me ■ ■
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Take away pain ain't easy ■
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That's why I fire up a bleezy ■
Niggas not cappin' this season
Outro
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