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Macklemore – Willy Wonka lyrics

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(feat. Offset of Migos)

[Macklemore:]
R.I.P. Willy Wonka, watch the roof come off
I pull up in that candy paint, call it Veruca Salt
You cheated and you lied, you broke the rules, my dog
Now you wanna come around when there’s food involved
Hell no
Let the truth be told, I’m in a Gucci robe
With the dookie roll, and Lil Boosie on
I’m eating sushi rolls, doin’ the tootsie rolls
Thinkin’ about future goals, hater what’chu been on?
I’m in a neutral zone, I’m ’bout to lose control
And I’m hoppin’ out, you’d think it’s Rick Ross
I’m pulling out in that Maybach
And I copped that from the thrift shop
When my daughter’s singing “Hakuna Matata” while they hootin’ and hollerin’
I’m maneuverin’ nothin’ Budapest
Got my baby mama and duckin’ the out at the irs been callin’
Tryna get into my wallet, but they ain’t gettin’ all of it
I put my feet up on the autom’ that I ought to be relaxin’ (relax)
‘Cause I’m just ’bout that action boss, b-b-bout that action boss
I’m a motherfuckin’ icon, boots made of python
I met with the Pres and I’m in Obama’s ipod
My front yard got all kinds of cars
Long Cadi’, blue body, call it Avatar
I don’t really fuck with the caviar
6 figures get your 16 Wonka bars, give me that

[Offset:]
Willy Wonka flavor (Willy Wonka)
Willy Wonka been had haters (Hey)
Willy Wonka live on acres (Acres)
Willy Wonka got a lot of paper (Racks)
Go to take a picture with a raver (Wraith)
I barely see my own neighbors (Where?)
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Willy Wonka, I got flavor

[Macklemore:]
I woke up like
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka

[Offset:]
I got more flavor than Willy Wonka (flavor)
I took three bitches to Benihana’s (woo)
I took a jet out to Punta Cana (pew, pew)
She got her lift from my anaconda (oh!)
Hands on my hip when I grip the burner (brrrt)
Roll up some cookie, you smelt the burner (cookie)
Willy Wonka probably pour deuce
Blowing up this money like a flu
I pipe the shit up but can’t pipe that bitch up (pipe)
No, Super Bowl ring, but not one Super Bowl (hey)
What would you do for some dope? (flash)
I took a picture for vogue
I never play with my nose (no)
My wrist is a ‘fridgerator cause its cold (cold)
Pull up in the frog, I suppose
I was broke when I was a tadpole
Hoppin’ out the ghost
Jumpin’ in the crowd off of ghosts
All in her mouth like Scope
Green Lamborghini, four-clover (skrrt)
How many horses up in your motor? (err)
Snakes in the grass, they cobras (snake)
Tryna give a hundred like Hova (M’s)
Raindrop, iced out emoji

Willy Wonka flavor (Willy Wonka)
Willy Wonka been had haters (Hey)
Willy Wonka live on acres (Acres)
Willy Wonka got a lot of paper (Racks)
Go to take a picture with a raver (Wraith)
I barely see my own neighbors (Where?)
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Willy Wonka, I got flavor

[Macklemore:]
I woke up like
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka

Gemini

Lil Baby – Transporter lyrics

Azlyrics

(feat. Offset of Migos)

[Intro: Quavo]
DJ Durel!

[Hook: Offset]
How you fit a quarter in a mattress
Get the brick and transport it through the [?]
Choppa longer than my arm, who want static
Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses
We got acres of cabbage
Surprised a nigga ride up on him on the [?]
We got Ks in the attic
Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy
How you fit a quarter in a mattress
Get the brick and transport it through the [?]
Choppa longer than my arm, who want static
Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses
We got acres of cabbage
Surprised a nigga ride up on him on the [?]
We got Ks in the attic
Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy

[Verse 1: Offset]
[?] having bass like a [?]
Throwing up the north that’s the hizzood
Pinky on froze that’s the blizzard
Pouring up a five that’s the sizzurp
Fuck her on the thot get rid of her
Yank on the dick that’s the
Freakazoid this a ice pup
Bentley been taken red guts
Throw that bitch away cause she a mutt
Fool hold a chopper on the clutch
I hold a couple mill you holding nuts
I’m on that Adderall the Chris Tucker rush
I need the Patek cause my dripping like the flood
Got a stash for the fire under the clutch
Niggas mad that I’m rich they got a grudge
Cool Maserati on my pinky
They think I’m ‘luminati I’m a [?]
Smoking nothing but Scotty got it reeking
Water on my neck to sink Lincoln
Feed the bitch meat kept vegan
I ain’t throwing something throwing [?]
I’ma fuck a thot without greeting it
Bye bye it was nice to meet the bitch

[Hook: Offset]
How you fit a quarter in a mattress
Get the brick and transport it through the [?]
Choppa longer than my arm, who want static
Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses
We got acres of cabbage
Surprised a nigga ride up on him on the [?]
We got Ks in the attic
Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy
How you fit a quarter in a mattress
Get the brick and transport it through the [?]
Choppa longer than my arm, who want static
Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses
We got acres of cabbage
Surprised a nigga ride up on him on the [?]
We got Ks in the attic
Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I done made the Forbes list last year
Made a mill I’m a dog like Shaggy
Blew up fast out the trenches
Call me 21 Savage
Diamond hitting hard move back they’ll jab you
Trapping overseas got too big for the Saks Fifth
Green Lamborghini on the way it’s the fast one
Got the bitch from Offset, Takeoff then I passed her
I believe in Jesus fear of God on my jacket
Catch them down bad we gon’ smash we gon’ [?] ’em
He give me the cash then I’m going out the back door
Word is I’m the one that’s still trapping out the bando
Flew this bitch in from LA for a day then I nut on her face, now she gone by the way
Ain’t got too much to say don’t do pillow talking
Got some killers with me, they came from Milwaukee
And my neck on the flood like I’m from New Orleans
Drop the dope in the pot hope it take to water
Praying hoping Jose make it from the border
I’m your son-in-law, [?] and fucked your daughter
I’m the head of my army got my troops in order
Got a million put up if I need a lawyer
Louis man-bag and it hold a quarter
Nigga get the fuck back ain’t got nothing for you

[Hook: Offset]
How you fit a quarter in a mattress
Get the brick and transport it through the [?]
Choppa longer than my arm, who want static
Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses
We got acres of cabbage
Surprised a nigga ride up on him on the [?]
We got Ks in the attic
Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy
How you fit a quarter in a mattress
Get the brick and transport it through the [?]
Choppa longer than my arm, who want static
Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses
We got acres of cabbage
Surprised a nigga ride up on him on the [?]
We got Ks in the attic
Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy

Migos – MotorSport lyrics

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(feat. Nicki Minaj & Cardi B)

[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 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)

[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 más 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

Migos, Nicki Minaj & Cardi B – Motorsport

Azlyrics

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

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (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, walkin’ 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 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)

[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 más gasolina! Skrrt!

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (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
"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)

[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 sports (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

Migos, Nicki Minaj & Cardi B – Motorsport (Lyric Video)

Azlyrics

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

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (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, walkin’ 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 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)

[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 más gasolina! Skrrt!

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (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
"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)

[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 sports (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

Migos – Motor Sport (feat. Nicki Minaj & Cardi B)

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

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (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 (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, walkin’ 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)
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

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset
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 (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 upset 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’re catfishin’
Same hoes, that was sendin’ shots
They reachin’ out like their 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)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (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 (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 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
"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)

[Verse 5: Takeoff]
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I stepped on 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 sports (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 (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)

Nicki Minaj – Motor Sport lyrics

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Below are the complete “Motor Sport” lyrics by Nicki Minaj displayed. These lyrics were added 2 hours ago. Read our relevant article “Migos, Cardi B, Nicki Minaj Collaborate On “Motor Sport”: New Song”.

Motor Sport lyrics

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

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (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 (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, walkin’ 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)
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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[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset
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 (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 upset 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 n*gger stank, they’re catfishin’
Same hoes, that was sendin’ shots
They reachin’ out like their 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)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (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 (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 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 n*gger 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
“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)

[Verse 5: Takeoff]
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I stepped on 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 sports (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 (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)

Migos – Motor Sport Lyrics

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

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (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 (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, walkin’ 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)
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

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset
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 (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 upset 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’re catfishin’
Same hoes, that was sendin’ shots
They reachin’ out like their 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)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (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 (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 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
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
“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)

[Verse 5: Takeoff]
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I stepped on 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 sports (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 (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)

Macklemore – Willy Wonka (feat. Offset) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

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RIP Willy Wonka, watch the roof come off
I pull up in that candy paint, call it Veruca Salt
You cheated and you lied, you broke the rules, my dog
Now you wanna come around when there’s food involved
Hell no
Let the truth be told, I’m in the Coogi rope
With the dookie roll, a little Bousie on
I’m eating sushi rolls, doing the tootsie rolls
Thinking about future goals
Hit it what you’ve been on
I’m in a neutral zone, I’m about to lose control
And I’m hoppin’ out, you think it’s Rick Ross
I’m pulling out in that Maybach
And I copped that from the thrift shop
When my daughter is singing "Hakuna Matata"
While they hooting and hollering
I’m maneuvering out to Budapest
Got my baby mama ? and audit the IRS
Been callin’, tryna get into my wallet
But they ain’t getting all up in it
Put my feet up on the ottoman
I oughta be relaxin’, ’cause I’m all about that action boss
I’m a motherfuckin’ icon, boots made of python
I’m met with the Pres and I’m in Obama’s iPod
My front yard got all kinds of cars
Long caddy blue body call it Avatar
I don’t really fuck with the caviar
6 figures get your 16 Wonka bars, give me that
Willy Wonka flavor (Willy Wonka)
Willy Wonka been had haters (Hey)
Willy Wonka live on acres (Acres)
Willy Wonka got a lot of paper (Racks)
Go to take a picture with a raver (Wraith)
I barely see my own neighbors (Where?)
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
I woke up like
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
I got more flavor than Willy Wonka (flavor)
I took three bitches to Benihanas
I took a jet out to Punta Cana
She got her lift from my anaconda
Hands on my hip when I grip the burner
Roll up some cookie, you smell the burner
Willy Wonka probably pour Duss
Blowing up this money like a flu
I pipe the shit up but can’t pipe that bitch up
No, Super Bowl ring, but not one Super Bowl
What would you do for some dope? (flash)
I took a picture for four
I never play with my nose
My wrist is a ‘fridgerator cause its cold
Pull up in the frog I suppose
I was broke when I was a tadpole
Hoppin’ out the gold shit
Jumpin’ in the crowd off off ?
All in her mouth like Scope
Green Lamborghini, four clover
How many horses up in your motor?
Snakes in the grass, they cobras
Tryna give a hundred like Hova
Raindrop lifestyle emoji
Willy Wonka flavor (Willy Wonka)
Willy Wonka been had haters (Hey)
Willy Wonka live on acres (Acres)
Willy Wonka got a lot of paper (Racks)
Go to take a picture with a raver (Wraith)
I barely see my own neighbors (Where?)
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
I woke up like
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Gemini

Macklemore – Willy Wonka (feat. Offset)

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[Verse 1: Macklemore]
R.I.P. Willy Wonka, watch the roof come off
I pull up in that candy paint, call it Veruca Salt
You cheated and you lied, you broke the rules, my dog
Now you wanna come around when there’s food involved
Hell no
Let the truth be told, I’m in a Gucci robe
With the dookie roll, and Lil Boosie on
I’m eating sushi rolls, doin’ the tootsie rolls
Thinkin’ about future goals, hater what’chu been on?
I’m in a neutral zone, I’m ’bout to lose control
And I’m hoppin’ out, you’d think it’s Rick Ross
I’m pulling out in that Maybach
And I copped that from the thrift shop
When my daughter’s singing "Hakuna Matata" while they hootin’ and hollerin’
I’m maneuverin’ nothin’ Budapest
Got my baby mama and duckin’ the out at the IRS been callin’
Tryna get into my wallet, but they ain’t gettin’ all of it
I put my feet up on the autom’ that I ought to be relaxin’ (relax)
‘Cause I’m just ’bout that action boss, b-b-bout that action boss
I’m a motherfuckin’ icon, boots made of python
I met with the Pres and I’m in Obama’s iPod
My front yard got all kinds of cars
Long Cadi’, blue body, call it Avatar
I don’t really fuck with the caviar
6 figures get your 16 Wonka bars, give me that

[Chorus: Offset]
Willy Wonka flavor (Willy Wonka)
Willy Wonka been had haters (Hey)
Willy Wonka live on acres (Acres)
Willy Wonka got a lot of paper (Racks)
Go to take a picture with a raver (Wraith)
I barely see my own neighbors (Where?)
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor life saver
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor life saver
Willy Wonka, I got flavor

[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
I woke up like
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka

[Verse 2: Offset]
I got more flavor than Willy Wonka (flavor)
I took three bitches to Benihana’s (woo)
I took a jet out to Punta Cana (pew, pew)
She got her lips ’round my my anaconda (oh!)
Hands on my hip when I grip the burner (brrrt)
Roll up some cookie, you smelt the burner (cookie)
Willy Wonka probably pour deuce
Blowing up this money like a flu
I pipe the shit up but can’t pipe that bitch up (pipe)
No, Super Bowl ring, but not one Super Bowl (hey)
What would you do for some dope? (flash)
I took a picture for vogue
I never play with my nose (no)
My wrist is a ‘fridgerator cause its cold (cold)
Pull up in the frog, I suppose
I was broke when I was a tadpole
Hoppin’ out the ghost
Jumpin’ in the crowd off of ghosts
All in her mouth like Scope
Green Lamborghini, four-clover (skrrt)
How many horses up in your motor? (err)
Snakes in the grass, they cobras (snake)
Tryna give a hundred like Hova (M’s)
Raindrop, iced out emoji

[Chorus: Offset]
Willy Wonka flavor (Willy Wonka)
Willy Wonka been had haters (Hey)
Willy Wonka live on acres (Acres)
Willy Wonka got a lot of paper (Racks)
Go to take a picture with a raver (Wraith)
I barely see my own neighbors (Where?)
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor life saver
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor life saver
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Willy Wonka, I got flavor

[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
I woke up like
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka

[Outro]
Gemini