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[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

[Intro: All]
Fa la la la la, la la la la
Fa la la la la, la la la la

[Verse 1: Scott, (All), (Mitch)]
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Fa la la la la, la la la la (Fa la la la la, la la la la)
‘Tis the season to be jolly
Fa la la la la, la la la la (Fa la la la la, la la la la)
Don we now our gay apparel
Fa la la la la, la la la la (Fa la la la la, la la la la)
Troll the ancient Yuletide carol
Fa la la la la, la la la la

[Chorus: All]
Fa la la la la, la la la la la la
Fa la la la la, fa la la la
Fa la la la la, la la la la la la
Fa la la la la, fa la la la

[Verse 2: Scott, Kirstin, Mitch, (All)]
See the blazing yule before us
Fa la la la la, la la la la (Fa la la la la, la la la la)
Strike the harp and join the chorus
(Fa la la la la, la la la, Fa la la la la, la la la)
Follow me in merry measure
Fa la la la la, la la la la, Fa la la la la, la la la la
While I tell of Yuletide treasure
(Fa la la la la, la la la la)

[Chorus: All]
Fa la la la la, la la la la la la
Fa la la la la, fa la la la
Fa la la la la, la la la la la la
Fa la la la la, fa la la la

[Verse 3: Scott, (All)]
Fast away, the old year passes
Fa la la la la, la la la la (Fa la la la la, la la la la)
Hail the new, ye lads and lasses
(Fa la la, la la la, la la la, la la la, Fa la la, la la la, la la la la)
Sing we joyous all together, oh
Heedless of the wind and weather
Fa la la la la, la la la la

[Chorus: All]
Fa la la la la, la la la la la la
Fa la la la la, fa la la la
Fa la la la la, la la la la la la
Fa la la la la, fa la la la

[Verse 1: Scott, All]
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Fa la la la la, la la la la
‘Tis the season to be jolly
Fa la la la la, la la la la
Don we now our gay apparel
Fa la la la la, la la la la
Troll the ancient Yuletide carol
Fa la la la la, la la la la

I’ve gone so far
My hands, are hot but I wanna touch
‘Cause I know you’re lonely
I’ve seen despair
But I still care, my heart is together
My head is exploding
Everyone out there
Says you think I’m a bit too hard
Everyone out there
Says you’ve been testing with man and God
Trying to make the scene
Why don’t you come back to me?
Why don’t you come back to me?
Why don’t you come back to me?
Tired of myself
Thank God some help, I’m coming and going
I can’t get enough then
Get high, get saved
Look out, be brave, it waves us through, rolling
Your hard time I’m feeling
Everyone out there
Says you think I’m a bit too hard
Everyone out there
Says you’ve been testing with man and God
Trying to make the scene
Why don’t you come back to me?
Why don’t you come back to me?
Why don’t you come back to me?
Everyone out there
Says you think I’m a bit too hard
Everyone out there
Says you’ve been testing with man and God
Trying to make the scene
Why don’t you come back to me?
Why don’t you come back to me?
Why don’t you come back to me?

[Intro: Pitbull]
Mr. Worldwide
With the beautiful, sexy, sophisticated Fifth Harmony

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
I already seen mama need a TLC
And I ain’t too proud to beg just like TLC
I got a good head on my shoulders, if you know what I mean
That’s when I called her over and told her "Mami, ven aquí"
¿De dónde eres, cuál es tu nombre?
¿Tienes novia, o buscas hombre?
Por favor, disculpa todas las preguntas
Que lo único que quiero es un besito en la punta, pretty, please

[Pre-Chorus: Lauren, (Pitbull) & Ally]
Please, vas a tener que esperar (dame un besito, mami)
Please, si lo quieres tonight

[Chorus: Lauren & (Ally)]
Lo que quieras si me dices por favor
Lo hago todo si me dices por favor (por favor)
De la forma en que lo dices, díme más (más, más, más)
Haz lo que quieras si me dices por favor

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Ella me dijo "Número uno, mi nombre es Johanna"
¿Y de qué punta tú hablas? Punta Cana
No mama, de la punta de mi nariz
Yo me pillo un french kiss, en la punta de París
Estoy loco, y un poco suelto
Coco quemao’, y un poco fresco
Pero dame un besito en la punta
Por favor, mami, me lo merezco, pretty, please

[Pre-Chorus: Lauren, (Pitbull) & Ally]
Please, vas a tener que esperar (dame un besito, mami)
Please, si lo quieres tonight

[Chorus: Lauren & (Ally)]
Lo que quieras si me dices por favor
Lo hago todo si me dices por favor (por favor)
De la forma en que lo dices, díme más (más, más, más)
Haz lo que quieras si me dices por favor (por favor)

[Bridge: Pitbull & (Lauren)]
Mami, dame eso, sexy (¿qué tú quieres?)
Mami, dame besos, rico (hahaha)
Mami, dame eso, sexy (mmm)
Mami, dame besos, rico (¿qué tú quieres?)
Mami, dame eso, sexy (¿eso?)
Mami, dame besos, rico
Mami, dame eso, sexy
Mami, dame besos, rico

[Pre-Chorus: Lauren (Lauren), Ally]
Please, vas a tener que esperar (boy, if you tell me now)
Please, solo quieres sanar (if you want this now)

[Chorus: Lauren & (Ally)]
Lo que quieras si me dices por favor
Lo hago todo si me dices por favor (por favor)
De la forma en que lo dices, díme más (más, más, más)
Haz lo que quieras si me dices por favor (por favor)
Lo que quieras si me dices por favor
Lo hago todo si me dices por favor (por favor)
De la forma en que lo dices, díme más (más, más, más)
Haz lo que quieras si me dices por favor

[Outro: Pitbull]
Ven mamita, pa’ dártelo
Despacito, suavesito, rico
Como arroz con huevo frito
Por favor

Rihanna has Chris Brown on her mind when she was making a recent Instagram post.

We all know that RiRi and Breezy had one of the most colorful history among celebrity couples. The pair had a roller coaster romance and have broken up and rekindled their relationship a couple of times before permanently calling it quits in 2014. Now some fans are panicking that Rihanna maybe missing her ex-boyfriend and could rekindle their old flame.

The Bajan pop beauty posted a pic of herself a few weeks back and captioned it, “When you hang up on em, then call right back. #firstofallimcrazy #secondofalliwasntdone.” Chris Brown has a song on his new album Heartbreak On a Full Moon titled “Other Ni**as” where he sing some similar lines.

“Oh girl, why you gotta be like that? (Girl, like that) / Why gotta hang up on me then you call right back? (Back) / How you compare me to them ni**as that you gave your heart to? (Heart to),” Chris Brown sings. Rihanna made her Instagram post a few days before Brown drop the album and some fans are now saying that he might have given her a copy of the project before it was released, which means that they are secretly communicating with each other. On the other hand, it could be just share coincidence that RiRi made a quote identical to Breezy’s lyrics just a few days before he drop an album, just how likely is that. Listen to the full song “Other Ni**as” below.

when you hang up on em, then call right back. #firstofallimcrazy #secondofalliwasntdone

A post shared by badgalriri (@badgalriri) on Oct 23, 2017 at 4:55am PDT

During a recent interview with Ebro In the Morning on Hot 97 radio last month, Chris Brown declined to answer questions about his relationship with Rihanna and whether or not the two are still communicating. The “Work” singer is currently dating Saudi billionaire Hassan Jameel and Breezy is rumored to be dating Indonesian pop star Agnez Mo.