Motion Lyrics by Nas is a New English song from the album “Magic 2” sung by popular rapper Nas. Lyrics of this song are penned down by Nas and music produced by Hit-Boy.
Motion Song Details
Singer : Nas
Album : Magic 2
Lyrics : Nas, Hit-Boy
Music : Hit-Boy
Label : Mass Appeal
Motion Lyrics
Yeah, test, test, yeah
I might spend a week, I might–
Yo
I might spend a week at the Magic Castle
Presidential suite made of brass and alabaster
You can cast a spell, just backfires they satire
My guyzer’s and I just watching from high rises
Weird luck ’cause when we fail, we only fail up
I tear up every time I see a mail truck
Know that check comin’ five-hundred a piece, smoothly
Ayo, that shit behooves me
They need to bring back beheadings
Guillotines for guys, get whacked likе medieval times, thеy not ready
What we touch, leave everything dead-y
For tryna stop us, you can’t, like my man said
We havin’ motion, we havin’ motion, we havin’ motion
And y’all ain’t havin’ no motion, no motion, no motion
Me and Hit, we havin’ motion, havin’ motion, havin’ motion
And y’all ain’t havin’ no motion, it’s all over, like when the show end
Ah, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Best friends chill by the pool, they bellydancing
Lampin’, throwback sweatsuits from Grambling
Mayback trucks, breaking bad like Bryan Cranston
Black and white Nike Dunks, them clean Pandas
Dump the ashes in the ocean, get the sharks high
All black yacht, we made it from the hard times
In any era, rivieras in my backdrop
Hacienda interchangeable, mad spots
Rollin’ dice, shirts like Miami Vice
The women, they wear the scent that seduce with embroidered ice
The flesh a vessel, I’m not obsessed with death
I manifest what’s best, I’m ghetto tested, bless
I’m havin’ motion like an eighteen-wheeler out on the turnpike
My worst night a motion picture, Fox Searchlight, three-wheel motion
West Coast sh*t, ni**a overdoses, imperial pistols, ferocious
Explosive, East Coast sh*t
Motion like Flavor Flav in that I Ain’t No Joke vid
And I ain’t gotta say a word ’cause they know
I see Anchorage out in Turks & Caicos
Maybe they too angry, that’s why they don’t got motion
We havin’ motion, we havin’ motion, we havin’ motion
And y’all ain’t havin’ no motion, no motion, no motion
Me and Hit, we havin’ motion, havin’ motion, havin’ motion
And y’all ain’t havin’ no motion, it’s all over, like when the show end
Best friends chill by the pool, they bellydancing
Lampin’, throwback sweatsuits from Grambling
Mayback trucks, breaking bad like Bryan Cranston
Black and white Nike Dunks, them clean Pandas
Break yourself
Break yourself, break yourself
Break, break, break yourself
Break your–, break, break yourself
Break, break, break