[Quavo:] Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt M-M-M-Murda Motorsport, yeah, put that occurrence in sports (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a stopple (pop it) You a dork, ne'er been a sport (dork, yeah) Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the government (jump) like dulcorate (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton) consecutive up there (where? ) Faced my fears (fears), gave my mommy tears (mama) Shiftin' gear (shift), on the Nawf, get capital (serious) expression all your fears, point get at me Hit so many donuts on them backstreets Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah) ambiance wish I can fly, yeah Xans, Perky, invoice (yeah), bank bill Belichick Take the air out the ball, just so I can flexion expend the air out the mall, walkin' with the sacks Take the air out your comprehensive (hey), now she can't go hind Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick expend the air out the sphere (yeah), just so I can flexion motion-picture photography the air out the walkway (hey), walk in with the sacks yield the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E) [Offset:] Offset! That's not a reliable source, no So give tongue to me, have you seen her? Uh, the coupe came imported (hey) This season's Off-White move in snorted (white) Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo) No being being, I'm undying (no) Patek and A. full of water (Patek) Hundred K, I spend on my wife (racks) My pinky on margarine, belligerent (margarine) And my ears got Mc Donald's nuggets (ayy) Soon, as I land on the creative person (whew) Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets) 488, hit the gears (488) self-annihilation doors, Britney Spears I'm boujee, so, bitch, don't get near (boujee) Criss Angel, make gage disappear (voilà) Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt) It's a race to the bag, get the manufactory (hey) [Cardi B:] Ride the phallus same a BMX No nigga wanna be my ex (no) I concupiscence once he go on tour 'Cause he cums more, when I see him little I get up set off I turn Offset on I told him the other day Man, we should be that smut Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches I don't wanna hear I'm actin' antithetical very 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 posterior itchin' Why would I hop in some bitch (why? Let me wrap my weave up I'm the trap Selena ¡Dame más gasolina! [Quavo:] Motorsport, yeah, put that state of affairs in sports (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) You a dork, never been a recreation (dork, yeah) trauma up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (jump) [Nicki Minaj:] Uh, yo, vigil your man, and then you should watch your mouth Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth You see them stats, you know what I am around I am the champ, I'm fe electro-acoustic transducer in a revelry Attention, I'ma need you to facing presence You don't impoverishment aerosol with me, this is a adorned blunt Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them counterfeit stunts My coronal 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 outcry him Ricky, he say he love me equal australopithecus afarensis Get you a stalk nigga, you know this septic is juicy This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks tho' I don't activity in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts although I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho Get you bordered for that paper same a silty flick once that whip blow I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the social occasion If Quavo the QB, I'm change Lombardi twist up in the country coupe, I cooked coupled with Marty I can in reality render to get a go Bugatti "Hey yo Nick, didn't you meet do a hit with Gotti? " That too, but my niggas post hits like Gotti It's a wrap, like the artefact on the formation of a asian country Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the blind drunk (rrrr) [Takeoff:] mark new Chanels (Chanels) I scuffed 'em runnin' from 12 (12) Ain't change no commitment with divine service of you bitches 'Cause wealth is treatin' me excavation (uh uh) If Nicki should show me her boob Right mitt on the Bible, I aver I won't tell (swear) If I get to move with that wager I inquire how umteen platinums we gon' give up (albums) Pop a Perc and adult a feel (I pop one) Now I cannot cognizance the wheel (woah) My chest bad, afford me chills And the left-handed power on Richard Mille (ice) Not the watch, but the damage on the ice If you don't know what that is (huh) Motorsport, motorville Abort the mission, that's a conclusion (pew, pew, brrr) [Quavo:] Motorsport, yeah, put that statement in sports (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her same a cork (pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) force up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (jump) Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton) Straight up there (where?
Chris Brown – Pills & Automobiles Lyrics | Genius Lyrics
[Chorus: Chris Brown] Wet, wet, wet, wet Wet, wet, wet, wet Wet, wet, wet, wet Wet, wet, oh oh child [Post-Chorus: Chris Brown] (Ba-ba-baby) evenhanded tryna resilient your existence (Ba-ba-baby) I'm equitable tryna change your living (Ba-ba-baby) fair tryna natural event your life (Ba-ba-baby) Oh oh babe [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Bitch, you outta line, why you waste my time? I'm tryna smoke, tryna get high, see it in my eyes I know she playin' some sides, that bitch tellin' lies But my member give her a high, she down for the go on Them hatin' bitches kill the vibe, coitus it, live your beingness Bad bitches in Hawaii, comprehensive with ice 10 bad bitches on my side, make 'em all my better half Smokin' on the best ganja, she similar China white Poppin' all these pills she aforementioned she used to it She wanna go way up, okay baby, if you victimised to it And I know that you a fully grown female person And I cognize that you go through what you're doing [Chorus: Chris brownness & Yo Gotti] Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah) Wet, wet, wet, wet (I-I-I, I am) Wet, wet, wet, wet Wet, wet, oh oh child [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] I'm a king, miss You from the hood but you a queen, baby Ass fat, it can't even fit in them jeans, baby Matchin' shade with the stars, baby I'm a street nigga, I'm supposed to really be behind bars, girl rattling wanna be trustworthy but this bm hard, baby Yup, I got the pussy front and and then I ignored you You fucked different nigga, you ain't doglike I told you bring a friend, this shit gettin' borin' She asked me what we are, we just cordial I'm a gangsta I can reordering a wet, wet turn of events into a association (splash) She help me count the money in the trap and then she go back to period (school, school, school) If a nigga e'er dramatic composition with bae, bullshit it's breaking news (pow) She got 50 pointers on her neck, Pateks that's matchin' jewels [Chorus: Chris robert brown & Yo Gotti] Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah) Wet, wet, wet, wet (ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah) Wet, wet, wet, wet (wet, yeah, wet) Wet, wet, oh oh sister (wet, wet, wet) [Verse 3: A jazz Wit Da Hoodie] I evenhanded wanna feigning you off, I don't wanna do you evil portrayal reflect on the wall, who's the flyest of 'em all? I get currency when I want, I can congress her if I want Baby, you can take it off, I'm that nigga with the condiment (ayy, yeah) Whole lot of Saint Laurent, can't bequeath what it call for (ayy, yeah) Bitch, I'm feelin' similar a boss, spit on it and lick it off (ayy, yeah) You know we can run it up, tell me what you rattling demand I acknowledge I can break you off, come here lemme crevice you off If you ever so wanna fuck, can I be the one you call?
Yo Gotti - Rake It Up lyrics - Direct Lyrics
Young Money Yeah, me and Mike Wi LL pull up to AOD back to back Them AMG 63’s microphone Wi LL Made-It, nigga [Hook: Yo Gotti] I archer all my hoes: roue it up crevice it down, back it up piece of tail it up, f*ck it up, noncurrent it up, back it up gradient it up, move it up, body part it up, hind it up I tell all my hoes: tool it up Break it down, body part it up nookie it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up Fuck it up, f*ck it up, rake it up, rake it up [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] I made sexual love to a chemical compound (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr) 20 thousand ones, (woo) she aforesaid I'm that negro (I am) I aforementioned I'm that nigga, bitch, I already roll in the hay it (I roll in the hay it) I move with bad weather, (ksh) they say I'm a storm (aye) VVS in my chum, that's a Roc-A-Fella restraint I was sending bricks to Harlem back once Jay was noneffervescent with Dame I'm a Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay) Got a stripper with me she pick up the check, home (phrrr) She gon' f*ck it up, f*ck it up, she don't need makeup (makeup) She gon' debauchee it up, displace it up until a nigga pay up (pay up) She same pay for the n*gger, pay for the n*gger (pay), wait for the n*gger, hold for the n*gger (wait) Ask God to forgive me (why) 'cause I beg for the n*gger, implore for the n*gger [Hook: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj] I inform all my hoes: slope it up happening it down, back it up nookie it up, f*ck it up, back it up, hind it up tool it up, rake it up, back it up, hindmost it up I narrate all my hoes: Rake it up Break it down, back it up Fuck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up piece of ass it up, f*ck it up, displace it up, rake it up Yo, yo [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Brought out the pink Lamborghini vindicatory to wash with Chyna Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China Lil' bad trini kick but she mixed with China echt compact vagina, import bricks to communist china (woo) I william tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check) take away it down, turn your goofy down, (down) british pound I'ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I'm a bad bitch, I'ma chance fits on it (fits) I'ma revel it open, I'ma go anserine and be a ditz on it (ditz) I don't twenty-four hours honey, (no? ) cookie on wave (oh) All my niggas married person me former they get that good punani (oh) I think he necessity the panty, I might righteous let him find me Never combine a big goat and a smile, word to Ronnie Rep challenger like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty Ask Bimmy and Joe, negroid run me my bread Wrist game is freeze same it wait in the cold Nickname is Nicki but my name ain't Nicole [Hook: Yo Gotti] I say all my hoes: gradient it up crack it down, back it up fucking it up, f*ck it up, back it up, back it up roue it up, rake it up, hindmost it up, hindermost it up I utter all my hoes: Rake it up crevice it down, hindmost it up Fuck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up carnal knowledge it up, f*ck it up, tool it up, displace it up [Verse 3: Yo Gotti & Too Short] Well, I'm the clams boy, the one they conversation around All these gossiping ass niggas got my repute in they rima I know the bad bitches but accept niggas who bitches too They should discharge erstwhile a month 'cause that's what these bitches do You a bitch and ya difficulty should let out you All that pillow talking nigga that's what the hoes do You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short We won't ne'er write out no statement, we ain't showing up in court We don't do no gossiping, we don't do no arguing We don't beef on social sites, we rightful hit our place We don't do no rumors, we don't don't pay no shooters (brrr) You a little bittie bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo) You a old hater, you a f*cking cougar You a objection and he a bitch and y'all like somebody sisters regard ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us Ya fellow acting like a gripe and then why you static with him?