Kamasutra Lyrics - Juicy J feat. Cardi B

[Intro: Cardi B]
No bitch got a mouth like me
No bitch got a pussy like me
The fuck!
Bitches can't suck dick like me
Rap and spit on the dick at the same time

[Chorus: Juicy J & Cardi B]
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Suck my balls, lick my nuts
Pop this Xan, hit this dust
I know how to fuck, I ain't never gon' bust
In these hoes, I ain't never gon' trust
Pour Champagne on all these sluts
Head so good, gotta keep in touch
Throw that wood, 'til I drive the bitch nuts
I put it in her guts
She keep beggin' me to hit it raw
I outline that pussy in chalk
Hold my dick, a deadly weapon
Damn right I break the law
Right before she threw it back
I threw dick up in her jaw
She can have a nigga hooked
But I'ma fucking cut her off
I know your bitch want that gangsta dick
She take the shit, my paper thick
I take a bitch, never save a bitch
Wraith a bitch, never rape a bitch
She lick the top, lick the sides
Take a trip, take a ride
She say she can take a dick
Then she hit me with this line


[Chorus: Juicy J & Cardi B]
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
You know now, hoe (ah-ha)
Them been to places I been (I've been)
That blue, the bag that I spent (I spent)
Had a nigga fuck me and my best friend (ah-ha)
Jump on top then I do a little spin (spin)
Been back at it then I give a little grin (grin)
Give a nigga "superhead" like Karrine
Pussy so deep, you gon' drown or gon' swim (splash, splash!)
I see you swimpin', ready to ooh
Want to put the tip in
You got me doing the moves that I used to do
Back in the days when I was strippin' (woo)
Baby, I'm hot, I'm fresh out the kitchen
Won't you come put your key in my ignition? (ah)
You got a bitch, but we different
I keep on riding, you blew out her engine (skrr! skrr!)
You know I'm the trillest
You know I'm the best boy (best boy)
Caution sign, on slippery, when wet boy (splash, spash)
Come on baby, I'm exactly what them boys like
No playing games daddy, suck and fuck you all night


[Chorus: Juicy J & Cardi B]
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night

[Outro: Juicy J]
I'm the best, thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head
Slob, on my knob
I'm the best, thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head
Slob, on my knob
I'm the best, thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head
Slob, on my knob
I'm the best, thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head

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Motor Sport Lyrics - Migos, Nicki Minaj & Cardi B

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

Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop it 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)

Fix 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, Percy, 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, Percy, 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 ain't cappin' this season

[Offset]
Offset!
The coupe came imported (hey)
This season's Off White come in snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini accordance (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 Leer (whew)
Pigets, they wet, tears ('gets)
488, hit the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I'm boujee, so b*tch, 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)

[Cardi B]
Ride the d*ck like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love when he go on tour
'Cause he c*ms 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 p*rn
Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, b*tches
I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different
Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me
Is the same lips that be a** kissin'
These hoes ain't what they say they are
And their p*ssy stank, they're cash dissin'
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
Tell me have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I'm the trap Selena
Dame mas gasolina (skrrt)

[Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop it 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]
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
B*tches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
You see them stats, you know what I am about
I am the champ, I'm Iron Mikin' about
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 a** lace fronts (uh)
You b*tches 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 p*ssy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Sak's 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 b*tches 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
B*tch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)

[Takeoff]
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I stepped on runnin' from 12 (12)
Aimin' on committin' with none of you b*tches
'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)

[Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop it 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)

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