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Karaoké MotorSport - Migos & Nicki Minaj & Cardi B

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de MotorSport rendu célèbre par Migos

Formats inclus :

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
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Le format CDG (également appelé CD+G ou MP3+G) est compatible avec la majorité des machines karaoké. Il comprend un fichier MP3 ainsi que la synchronisation des paroles (Version Karaoké ne vend pas de CD, mais uniquement les fichiers numériques).

Ce format est reconnu par la majorité des appareils (Windows, Mac, iPhone, iPad, Android, TV Connectées...)

Ce format est compatible avec le lecteur de karaoké KaraFun Windows Player. Il permet d'ajouter ou retirer les choeurs, le guide vocal, changer le tempo, la tonalité...

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À propos

Avec choeurs (au choix dans la version KFN)

Tempo identique à l'original : 138 BPM

Tonalité identique à l'original : Rém

Durée : 05:06 - Extrait à : 02:12

Date de sortie : 2017
Styles : Rap & Hip-Hop, En anglais
Auteurs-Compositeurs : Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kirsnick Kiari Ball, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Nicki Minaj, Cardi B, Shane Lindstrom, Luny Tunes, Victor B Cabrera, Daddy Yankee, Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer, Klenord Raphael

Les titres à télécharger sont des playbacks bande orchestre, et non la musique originale.

Paroles MotorSport

Motorsport put that thing in sport
Shawty bad pop her like a cork
You a dork never been a sport
Pull up 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
Face all your fears then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check
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 now she can't go back
Xans, Perky, check
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
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
Rat
My pinky on margarine, butter
What
And my ears got MCDonald's nuggets
Hey
Soon as I land on the Lear
Whew piguets, they wet, tears, get
Four eigty eight, hit the gears
Four eighty eight
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
Hoy
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
Wooh
It's a race to the bag get the mills
Ride the dick like a BMX
Hey no nigga wanna be my ex
I love when he go on tour 'cos 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
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, skooh
Motorsport put that thing in sport
Shawty bad pop her like a cork
You a dork never been a sport
Pull up jumpin' out the court
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
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
Brand new Chanels
I scuffed 'em runnin' from twelve
Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches 'cos money is treatin' me well
If Nicki should show me her titty right hand on the bible
I swear I won't tell
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell
Pop a Perc and catch a feel now I cannot feel the wheel
My chest bad, give me chills and the left hand on Richard Mille
Not the watch but the price on the ice if you don't know what that is
Motorsport, motorville abort the mission, that's a kill
Motorsport
Put that thing in sport
Shawty bad pop her like a cork
You a dork
Never been a sport
Pull up 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
I want my grandma could see me
Take away pain, ain't easy
That's why I fire up a bleezy
Niggas not cappin' this season

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