MotorSport by Rich $tunna Lyrics
[Verse 1: Rich $tunna]
I wish that was really true man
'cause it was an admired service-man
Im not worried, or discouraged
You see us and you know we spit mad verses
Loadin out with my rap service
Let it out on the pad i make the whack versions
As they juggle knives for a deadly
Purpose, entertaining service, recursive
Sometimes my lyrics are hard to
Choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses
The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel
Little do you know i put in pills that are barely legal
And picture me rollin
"put that slut back in the trash bin/
No timeouts homeboy, just one time
Shake that thing im in front of the line
That curb don't mean a thing
Shit, there ain't no telling
That i put in motion
And the reason that i'm going
That i did it or put it in this verse
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued
That thing juicy, no fruit
Put you in a landfill aww that shit would be perfect
I ain't trynna be politically correct
[Bridge: Ripsi Winelover]
Hard to beat me, I'm wishin' they could see me right now
God, forgive me, I know that I ain't livin' right, now
(Barbie)
But I'ma get this money right now
[Chorus: Trinidad Cartel]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport
Shawty bad , pop her like a cork
You a dork, never been a sport
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court
Cotton candy my cup tastes like the fair
Straight up there , we didn't take the stairs
Faced my fears , gave my mama tears
Shiftin' gears , on the Nawf, get serious
[Verse 2: Hripsme]
Now this bitch makin' lies about me
Couldn't be me i'm the queen bitch
Sit in your baby crib while i sit in
My million dollar bed bitch
You got stank pussy hoe
While i got a million dollar pussy
And you always change your verse
Like Champion bitch
You got mad that my verse was harder
See you're obsessed with the queen
How embarassing i got a lil' fan Ha Ha Ha
These bitches really rappin' about me
And i will never ever take the time out of my day to
Diss a peasent like you hoe
[Chorus: Trinidad Cartel]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport
Shawty bad , pop her like a cork
You a dork, never been a sport
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court
Cotton candy my cup tastes like the fair
Straight up there , we didn't take the stairs
Faced my fears , gave my mama tears
Shiftin' gears , on the Nawf, get serious
[Verse 3: Trinidad Cartel]
But don't like that about pipe or weed
I can always go home and look down my street
Umm, this lane is open if, if you need
But fuck it, we love to smoke weed
And tell them bitches we real hittas is bout that
Smoking weed and listening to rap
Who substituted for this weed
Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet
After the club, gettin you open
Try compare weed to heroine
Saying fuck a hitta quick, quick
Marijuana hits, weed rap classic
Cause they right down the street
Who be puffin that weed
I said i got my ass beat
You know i only smoke that bomb weed
[Chorus: Trinidad Cartel]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport
Shawty bad , pop her like a cork
You a dork, never been a sport
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court
Cotton candy my cup tastes like the fair
Straight up there , we didn't take the stairs
Faced my fears , gave my mama tears
Shiftin' gears , on the Nawf, get serious
[Verse 4: Ms. Mama]
When i ask him for shit
I get no answer, so god is the cancer
Please lord forgive me for the
Harm for which i came otherwise these rapper
We ain't hear to hurt nobody
But god they didn’t know me
Lord forgive me... don't say i never been your friend
My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent
And this will be the song that we sing
Please forgive me i'm trying
Guess they ran out of options
Lord plz forgive me for all my sins
...my god gave me permission
She all on my skin
Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss
I never did forgive
Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow
Forgive me jay z i had to borrow the flow
[Chorus: Trinidad Cartel]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport
Shawty bad , pop her like a cork
You a dork, never been a sport
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court
Cotton candy my cup tastes like the fair
Straight up there , we didn't take the stairs
Faced my fears , gave my mama tears
Shiftin' gears , on the Nawf, get serious
[Verse 5: Ripsi Winelover]
And plus my numbers goin' up, she a fan now
And if it's smoke then it's up, you get fanned down
Fuck it, no more pretty shit, I ain't playin' 'round
Bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm the dog, I'm the man now
Not this lil bitch speakin' ill on me
Bitch i'm the Ill Na Na
And you just a flop bitch where
Is your album? no where to be found
But mine coming very soon
And for the record i didn't change
My verse your wack ass record label
Made me change your verse bitch
You only shouted out me because
You were flopping hard
And remember what happened
In the studio in 2006? You don't want that to happen
Again bitch so quit talking shit about me
And you not a queen hoe like bitch
You a flop embarassing Hard to beat me
I'm wishin' they could see me right now
God, forgive me
I know that I ain't livin' right, now (Barbie)
But I'ma get this money right now
And bitch you can't get money you to poor
Embarassing bitch
And bitch i will Take my Rolls Royce
And do a drive by on your ass bitch
Your house will go Bang Bang bitch
Capone-N-Norega hoe *Gun Shots*
You the whole circus bitch old ass prick
And if you make lies about me and Stunna
I got some bitches in brooklyn that will murder
You bitch everyone in RFE hates you bitch
I throw my Gucci bag To the side to go fight
This bitch The girl thought
She was slick to say my name In a bad way
And i'm not gonna take a break
You just mad that my SHether
Was more better than yours
Bitch, you thought your alter
Ego as better than mine Hoe think again
Cause im the barbie Bitch
You almost ended my career but i ended
You with this verse bitch He said he didn't wan’
Your stanky pussy bitch Now look at my im winning bitch
And your career dead Ghostbuster Bitch
[Chorus: Trinidad Cartel]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport
Shawty bad , pop her like a cork
You a dork, never been a sport
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court
Cotton candy my cup tastes like the fair
Straight up there , we didn't take the stairs
Faced my fears , gave my mama tears
Shiftin' gears , on the Nawf, get serious
[Outro: Ripsi Winelover]
Hard to beat me
I'm wishin' they could see me right now
God, forgive me
I know that I ain't livin' right, now
(Barbie)
But I'ma get this money right now
I wish that was really true man
'cause it was an admired service-man
Im not worried, or discouraged
You see us and you know we spit mad verses
Loadin out with my rap service
Let it out on the pad i make the whack versions
As they juggle knives for a deadly
Purpose, entertaining service, recursive
Sometimes my lyrics are hard to
Choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses
The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel
Little do you know i put in pills that are barely legal
And picture me rollin
"put that slut back in the trash bin/
No timeouts homeboy, just one time
Shake that thing im in front of the line
That curb don't mean a thing
Shit, there ain't no telling
That i put in motion
And the reason that i'm going
That i did it or put it in this verse
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued
That thing juicy, no fruit
Put you in a landfill aww that shit would be perfect
I ain't trynna be politically correct
[Bridge: Ripsi Winelover]
Hard to beat me, I'm wishin' they could see me right now
God, forgive me, I know that I ain't livin' right, now
(Barbie)
But I'ma get this money right now
[Chorus: Trinidad Cartel]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport
Shawty bad , pop her like a cork
You a dork, never been a sport
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court
Cotton candy my cup tastes like the fair
Straight up there , we didn't take the stairs
Faced my fears , gave my mama tears
Shiftin' gears , on the Nawf, get serious
[Verse 2: Hripsme]
Now this bitch makin' lies about me
Couldn't be me i'm the queen bitch
Sit in your baby crib while i sit in
My million dollar bed bitch
You got stank pussy hoe
While i got a million dollar pussy
And you always change your verse
Like Champion bitch
You got mad that my verse was harder
See you're obsessed with the queen
How embarassing i got a lil' fan Ha Ha Ha
These bitches really rappin' about me
And i will never ever take the time out of my day to
Diss a peasent like you hoe
[Chorus: Trinidad Cartel]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport
Shawty bad , pop her like a cork
You a dork, never been a sport
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court
Cotton candy my cup tastes like the fair
Straight up there , we didn't take the stairs
Faced my fears , gave my mama tears
Shiftin' gears , on the Nawf, get serious
[Verse 3: Trinidad Cartel]
But don't like that about pipe or weed
I can always go home and look down my street
Umm, this lane is open if, if you need
But fuck it, we love to smoke weed
And tell them bitches we real hittas is bout that
Smoking weed and listening to rap
Who substituted for this weed
Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet
After the club, gettin you open
Try compare weed to heroine
Saying fuck a hitta quick, quick
Marijuana hits, weed rap classic
Cause they right down the street
Who be puffin that weed
I said i got my ass beat
You know i only smoke that bomb weed
[Chorus: Trinidad Cartel]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport
Shawty bad , pop her like a cork
You a dork, never been a sport
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court
Cotton candy my cup tastes like the fair
Straight up there , we didn't take the stairs
Faced my fears , gave my mama tears
Shiftin' gears , on the Nawf, get serious
[Verse 4: Ms. Mama]
When i ask him for shit
I get no answer, so god is the cancer
Please lord forgive me for the
Harm for which i came otherwise these rapper
We ain't hear to hurt nobody
But god they didn’t know me
Lord forgive me... don't say i never been your friend
My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent
And this will be the song that we sing
Please forgive me i'm trying
Guess they ran out of options
Lord plz forgive me for all my sins
...my god gave me permission
She all on my skin
Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss
I never did forgive
Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow
Forgive me jay z i had to borrow the flow
[Chorus: Trinidad Cartel]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport
Shawty bad , pop her like a cork
You a dork, never been a sport
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court
Cotton candy my cup tastes like the fair
Straight up there , we didn't take the stairs
Faced my fears , gave my mama tears
Shiftin' gears , on the Nawf, get serious
[Verse 5: Ripsi Winelover]
And plus my numbers goin' up, she a fan now
And if it's smoke then it's up, you get fanned down
Fuck it, no more pretty shit, I ain't playin' 'round
Bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm the dog, I'm the man now
Not this lil bitch speakin' ill on me
Bitch i'm the Ill Na Na
And you just a flop bitch where
Is your album? no where to be found
But mine coming very soon
And for the record i didn't change
My verse your wack ass record label
Made me change your verse bitch
You only shouted out me because
You were flopping hard
And remember what happened
In the studio in 2006? You don't want that to happen
Again bitch so quit talking shit about me
And you not a queen hoe like bitch
You a flop embarassing Hard to beat me
I'm wishin' they could see me right now
God, forgive me
I know that I ain't livin' right, now (Barbie)
But I'ma get this money right now
And bitch you can't get money you to poor
Embarassing bitch
And bitch i will Take my Rolls Royce
And do a drive by on your ass bitch
Your house will go Bang Bang bitch
Capone-N-Norega hoe *Gun Shots*
You the whole circus bitch old ass prick
And if you make lies about me and Stunna
I got some bitches in brooklyn that will murder
You bitch everyone in RFE hates you bitch
I throw my Gucci bag To the side to go fight
This bitch The girl thought
She was slick to say my name In a bad way
And i'm not gonna take a break
You just mad that my SHether
Was more better than yours
Bitch, you thought your alter
Ego as better than mine Hoe think again
Cause im the barbie Bitch
You almost ended my career but i ended
You with this verse bitch He said he didn't wan’
Your stanky pussy bitch Now look at my im winning bitch
And your career dead Ghostbuster Bitch
[Chorus: Trinidad Cartel]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport
Shawty bad , pop her like a cork
You a dork, never been a sport
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court
Cotton candy my cup tastes like the fair
Straight up there , we didn't take the stairs
Faced my fears , gave my mama tears
Shiftin' gears , on the Nawf, get serious
[Outro: Ripsi Winelover]
Hard to beat me
I'm wishin' they could see me right now
God, forgive me
I know that I ain't livin' right, now
(Barbie)
But I'ma get this money right now