Tuned In Freestyle lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
This goes out to all y'all tuned in
The hotties, the secret hotties, all you motherfuckers
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up")
Talk about something y'all like, stop talkin' 'bout me
Since y'all hate a bitch so much
The way broke bitches comin' for me, know it gotta be free
But I get paid when I show up
Pressed, stressed, obsessed, I got 'em
Everything I do keep another bitch talkin'
Watching my back 'cause these dudes be stalkin'
Watching my plate, got these broke hoes starvin'
Damn, you hoes hate me
Ridin' dick so hard, havin' babies
Y'all bitches so ugh, stop it
Making everything but a deposit, yeah
Killin' bitches, send 'em to the Gulag
Hot girl shit, never let 'em cool off
Make him do what I say, he my voodoo doll
Backshots, balcony, we don't care who saw
One thing about me that you need to know
I ain't nothin' like none of these average hoes
"'Cause I fucking want to," if they ask me, "Why?"
I'm from the Southside, niggas can't make me cry (Ah)
Nigga, this head game lethal
Use my tongue, put thread through a needle
Bitch, I'm a movie, these hoes my sequels
Keep a pussy hoe real tight like a kegal (Yeah)
Self-esteem high, bank account full
Hoes goin' blind tryna look at my jewels
Ass real fat and my pussy get chewed
If I worried 'bout the hate, I'd be a damn fool (Fool)
If I was worried 'bout y'all niggas how y'all be worried about me
I'd be fucked up, too, ayy
Your Instagram account seein' more interactions
Than your bank account seein' any transactions
Love to talk shit, whole time, I'm laughin'
I'll never give a bum bitch satisfaction
Why? I'm way too player
Hoes love sayin' they a demon, I'm a prayer
Drop a lil' verse when they get to actin' up
Put my hand in her face, send her back where she from, uh
Bitch, I'm 'bout my money
Pussy out when I'm feelin' real cunty
He like 'em thick with the accent country
Sell his soul for a sniff of my undies
I'll walk the soul out you like some tennis shoes
I'm finna bust that pussy wide like ten-to-two
I got a nigga, but I find some of you bitches cute
Cut the convo short, fuck an interview
And when I show my wild side, make 'em doo-doo-doo
I got these niggas blushin', lookin' like they Pikachu
I'm the hot girl, feelin' like Charizard
And he know he finna win if he get my card (Ah)
Real motherfuckin' hot girl shit, ah
Megan Monday Freestyle lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Real motherfuckin' hot girl shit, ah
Still runnin' through the mall with your motherfuckin' daddy
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
I'm a hot girl, I don't do titles
If I do date, it'll be Michael
Keep shit spicy (Spicy, spicy)
Yellow bone chick look like Kehlani
Freak in the sheets, freak on the beats
Niggas been hooked since "Big Ole Freak"
I realized that I was the shit when R&B niggas wanna start rap beef
These niggas ain't got no name on 'em
Wish these hoes stop tryna put claim on 'em
He come around me, get game on him
If he on go, then I already came on him
These new hoes sound like my mixtape
Bitches love saying my name like it's clickbait
I don't take shit if it come with conditions
I don't rock shit if it come in his name
I'm not your bed or your couch, so don't sleep on me
Look like a lick, then I'm puttin' the freak on him
All of these niggas is beggin' to hang
'Cause my bitch a Young Thug and I am the Rich Homie
Boy, I ain't finna read all that text
Don't know what it said, but I sent, "That's a bet"
Lately, my patience been gettin' real low
Lately, I feel like I need more respect
It was the money for me, ayy
He gon' go dummy for me, ayy
He ain't that cute, but he could dress
It's the Patek for me, ayy
It was the knees for him, hmm
The way that it squeeze for him, ayy
He done fucked a whole lotta bitches
But it was the me for him, ayy
Y'all wanna take me out so bad, I make all of y'all hoes so mad
Hoes went and bought them big-ass teeth
Even y'all smiles still goin' out sad
Hoes got jokes, but don't ever wanna stand up
Hoes got balls, but you know I got handles
Damn, I must be Olivia Pope 'cause y'all keep puttin' me in all of these scandals
He wanna hit one more time, I ain't Britney
Don't need no closure, my diamonds got clarity
Tellin' his new bitch that he don't do Instagram
Really, he hate when he scroll and see pics of me
Like a new show, all these niggas is into me
Funny how besties turned into my enemies
I must be playin' peekaboo 'cause these hoes really can't see, ah
Real motherfuckin' hot girl shit
Real motherfuckin' Megan Monday shit
The motherfuckin' freestyle queen, the freestyle pro
Young Tina Snow for them hoes that ain't know, ah
Trippy Skit lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion (feat. Juicy J)
We trippy, mane
It's your boy Juicy J, mane
Y'all can't fuck with Meg, man, y'all can't fuck with her
Here, hit this weed
Hit this weed, my nigga
'Cause you need to calm the fuck down
That shit'll kill you
Ayy, man, but look, man, check this out
From 2021 to 2022 to beyond
All we finna do is get more bags on top of more bags
Meg got businesses she openin'
Popeyes done cut her a crazy check, that shit stupid
So I'm tellin' y'all, man
Verse killer music, her label comin' out
Man, shout out to my nigga T Farris, Lil Ju, the whole team, man
Let's get it, man, look here
I'ma hit this weed one more time
Bitch, smoke this
Y'all need to keep smokin' weed
Shut the fuck up
Southside Forever Freestyle lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up"
Ah
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
Please, bitch, do not try to cap on me
Like I ain't the hottest out naturally
I go anywhere in my t-shirt and chain, ho, killin' shit casually
Like I ain't the hardest in Houston
Like bitches ain't hangin' to use me
Like niggas ain't beggin' to do me
From ballers to rappers, they bitches included, huh
Like I ain't the life of the party, hmm
Shit can't get started without me, huh
Like I ain't take over a season
The summer is Megan's, bitches ain't eatin', hmm
I bring the hood out a classy bitch
Out in Calabasas doin' ratchet shit, hmm
Thumbin' through commas, ain't worried 'bout comments, ho
I'm really havin' shit
Invite me, I'm bringin' the ghetto
I be with the ghetto, it's in me, I can't seem to let go
I'm goin' hard in this bitch, goin' hard for them kids
Doin' shit they ain't seen in the ghetto
I'm goin' hard for my mama, she knew I could do it
I pray every day just to prove it
I'm goin' hard for my granny, she want it, she have it
The hood goin' hard for Ms. Paxton, huh
Megan can't do this and that, ha
They hate to see where I'm at, hmm
They wanna put me in beef, shit
Them bitches ain't talkin' to me, huh
Southside shit forever, ho (Hey)
Get a Brisk tea from the Texaco (Huh)
Rockin' booty shorts to the corner store (Baow)
Niggas still trappin' out the Baygo, huh
Haha, like, I can't even take half of you bitches seriously, like
Half of y'all don't know if y'all don't fuck with me or if you wanna fuck me, haha
Fuckin' bitches, ah
Man, I done took off, bitch, I'm outta here
I'm on a ship, outer space, I'm a rocketeer
You ain't in my league, bitch, please, you do not compare
In the rap game, but I'm really playin' Solitaire
Even if we ever had the same dick before
Don't get confused, we are not the same hoe
I don't give a fuck what he did prior to me
Only thing that matter what he did when he knew me, ayy
Look at all this blue cheese (Ah)
Spent that on my jewelry (Hey, yeah)
He know I'm the whole coupe (Hmm, hmm)
She is just a two piece (Ha, ha)
First we were just fuckin'
Now that nigga love me (Ah, ah)
You need him for support
Together, we make money (Ah)
Take the pussy out his mouth then put it back in
'Fore I walk through, niggas know I need the backend
Real hot girl, use the pussy like a weapon
Make him think he finna fuck, then never let him
Iced out, got the whole freezer on my neck
Hoes actin' petty, but I got the new Patek
I ain't say it first, but I'm better than the rest
Hoes throwin' shots, but I stay with the vest
Hoes throwin' shots, but I'm duckin' like The Matrix
I ain't seen a bitch pop shit like me yet
Anything I ever seen you do is on the 'net
Every bar I spit hard so the beat erect
Hoes love to play with me until I let it eject
Stompin' hoes out in some shoes they ain't seen yet
Hoes love to sneak diss, yeah, bitch, I seen it
You ain't say it to me when you see me, you don't mean it, ah
Real fuckin' hot girl shit
You know, Young Tina Snow still goin' hard on a ho
Yeah, ah
Outta Town Freestyle lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Ayy, I got a nasty lil' fetish, I'm a nasty lil' bitch
I love to shit on these niggas, I love to piss off a bitch
I don't announce my moves, I like to keep shit private
Just know a bitch been workin' when I been too silent
All you hoes can suck my pussy, disrespectfully
How a ho gon' punk me out my spot that can't get next to me?
Your vocab don't go past "Period," ho, don't question me
Any nigga publicly hatin' is makin' less than me, I bet you
They should call me Dr. Miami because I body them
Hoes gotta dick-ride niggas to get co-signs from them
Bitches buy one lil' purse and think we proud of them
The bar gon' stay in Hell 'cause them Twitter comments gon' lie to them
I am not the new her, I am way cooler
Megan is a force so you know I need two pair
Told you I'm Regina, but these bitches ain't gon' Cady me
If she movin' funny, then I get the ho away from me
Head game crazy, yeah, I don't want no babies yet
So every time he bust, I tell him, "Aim at my esophagus"
All these niggas on my body like a Fashion Nova set
Only time they trendin' when they diss me, but I'm on to that
Hoes don't get responses, yellow tape, I'm movin' cautious
All these niggas actin' pussy, probably learned it from they fathers
Fuck your mama too if she birthed a pick-me-ass daughter
I'll go to war, finish it with any bitch who started, yeah
Real hot girl shit, ah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, mwah
Megan's Piano lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
Big-ass chain 'round my neck so these niggas know I'm rich
And I don't need shit but the dick
Big-ass stack in this purse so these niggas know I'm workin'
I'm holdin' this Glock in my Birkin
Niggas gotta hold that L tryna come for my pen
I'm really finna make another M
Now, tell me how the fuck I'm in the wrong
If I don't want the nigga and he still ain't fuckin' with the bitch?
I be workin', I make moves in silence
Hoes might never like me and I'm fine with it
Nasty, I'm a real nigga fantasy
I'll drop dead 'fore a broke nigga handle me
D'USSÉ, this rich bitch energy
Y'all lil' hoes still drinkin' that Hennessy
Messy, and I'm sick of y'all tryin' it
Bitch got receipts, but ain't never finna buy shit (Ah)
Sorry, hoes hate me 'cause I'm the it girl
I ain't never asked to be the shit, girl
Don't call me "sis", 'cause I'm not your sister
You really need to come and get your mister
Seein' all my opps linked up in a picture
Everybody look busted, injured
Stalkin' my page, bitch probably wanna scissor
All in her mouth like I kissed her
I be workin', I make moves in silence
Hoes might never like me and I'm fine with it
Nasty, I'm a real nigga fantasy
I'll drop dead 'fore a broke nigga handle me
D'USSÉ, this rich bitch energy
Y'all lil' hoes still drinkin' that Hennessy
Messy, and I'm sick of y'all tryin' it
Bitch got receipts, but ain't never finna buy shit
Bad bitches run in my pack, gang shit
Cartier frames, spot a bitch on some lame shit
Broke niggas all in my way, clear 'em
Chains ain't makin' no noise? They ain't big enough
Wildin', on a boat on an island
When I throw it back, bet I make him throw the towel in
I got a nigga, but I don't need one
He fuck up, I'ma have my fun
Teacup, I can fit a bitch in my purse
Which one of y'all wanna go first?
Spicy, ain't a bitch out built like me
I run shit, probably how I got a deal with Nike
Beefin'? You just mad we ain't speakin'
And I'm the one that put the roof where you sleepin'
Phoney, I don't need no new homies
I'm the reason all of my opps ain't homeless (Ah)
Vickeelo And Dino Btw Skit lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion (feat. Dino Btw & VickeeLo)
Can't wait 'til we get to the club, ooh, yeah
If she ever answer the fuckin' phone, girl
Girl, what is we got goin' on?
Ooh, sister, you like it?
Uh, uh, girl, what is you doin'? I thought we was goin' out tonight
I'm sorry, sister, I'm waitin' on my nigga to pull up and pull over
Oh, no, bitch, you really played on me, you serious?
Baby, you can go outside, I'm inside
Okay, so that's how we gon' do it? Huh?
That's how we gon' do it, huh?
You must be waitin' on that old ass man, bitch, you think you're slick (Ah)
You must need your rent paid, huh? Alright, that's cool
You can leave me out, that's cool
I ain't gon' even hate, sister, I'm not gon' hate on you
I ain't gon' hate, I'm not gon' hate, I'm not gon' hate
Okay, run them coin
So what we 'bout to do tonight? What's goin' on?
'Cause you really got it, you got, you got the whole package, baby
What, what we got?
'Bout to make him eat me out and pay me out
Eat It lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Bitch, it's Young Tina Snow, the nastiest freak you know
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
Bust through the walls, break in and enter
How many licks 'til you get to the center?
How many times have I heard that a nigga a dog
But scared when he play with the kitten?
How many times have I heard that somebody last long?
These niggas ain't lastin' a minute
How many times have I heard that a nigga was big
But dick as small as an egg-shaker?
Legs shaking, hit it 'til the bed breakin' ('Til the bed breakin')
Best friend it, talk to it (Yeah)
What you wanna tell Megan? (What you wanna tell me?)
He say he finna keep me up (Huh?)
Yeah, nigga, we'll see (Nigga, we'll see)
I don't want just one nut (Hmm)
Daddy, I'ma need the whole tree (Ah)
Yeah, yeah
Eat it, eat it, eat it 'til I faint (Ah)
Kick you out, here's a towel, nigga, wipe your face (Your face)
Eat it, eat it 'til you break a sweat
Lick it all, give your all 'til you outta breath (Ah)
Eat it, eat it, eat it 'til I cum
Gimme some, gimme some 'til I'm goin' dumb
Gimme some, gimme some 'til I'm goin' (Uh)
Gimme some, gimme some 'til I'm goin' (Uh)
(Ah)
They finna call me a bully, but fuck it, it's up because I want my lick back
All of you bitches is kids and y'all shoulda never got let out the nutsack
I got so much plaque built up, R-I-double-A my dentist
And I feel like, aw, shit, y'all should eat my pussy how much y'all mention me (Ah)
"Megan so this and that," whatever I do, they ain't missin' that
She doin' too much, tell her, "Ooh, relax" (Ooh, relax)
He done and you gotta be cool with that
I probably had somethin' to do with that
Yeah, I got these niggas trippin' (Got these niggas trippin')
He hate my fuckin' guts, but he lovin' my pimpin', ah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Eat it, eat it, eat it 'til I faint (Ah)
Kick you out, here's a towel, nigga, wipe your face (Wipe your face)
Eat it, eat it 'til you break a sweat
Lick it all, give your all 'til you outta breath (Ah)
Eat it, eat it, eat it 'til I cum
Gimme some, gimme some 'til I'm goin' dumb
Gimme some, gimme some 'til I'm goin' (Uh)
Gimme some, gimme some 'til I'm goin' (Uh)
(OG Parker)
Legs on the headboard, pussy in his mouth
Legs on the headboard, pussy in his mouth
Legs on the headboard, pussy in his mouth
Legs on the headboard, pussy in his mouth
Alright, sister, I'm not gon' hold you up no longer, bitch, I think I'm 'bout to get me somethin' on the phone, I'm 'bout to get into some action, you know what I mean? (Okay, you callin' a trick?)
Yes, bitch, bills paid (Okay, aha), period
Alright, Dino, I ain't gon' hold you up, go 'head, girl (Alright, Vickee, bitch)
Bye (Bye, ho)
All Of It lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Yeah (Buddah blessed this beat)
Yeah, hmm
Young Tina Snow, hot girl, but I'm cold (Ah) (Lil Tag)
Ayy
I got bluefaces, credit cards, wire transfers
Loggin' in his bank accounts, got the passwords
I want all of it, yeah, I need all of it (Ayy, ayy)
I want a scammer, shout out to JT
He can get it all as long as he got me
Make that shit hit, make them pieces work
As long as he got it, I'm makin' that shit twerk
I want all of it, yeah, I need all of it (Yeah, ah)
He want a piece of pie, but ain't shit sweet
And everything he doin', he know he doin' for me
I want all of it, yeah, I need all of it (Yeah)
I ain't a gold digger
But what the fuck I look like fuckin' broke niggas?
I'm a motherfuckin' millionaire
If you want a lame bitch, nigga, go and get a square
He tellin' me to come through, told that nigga, "Get me there" (Ayy)
I treat myself to villas, every trip, a private plane
I was here, disappeared, played a trick like David Blaine
Addicted to this life, I'll never give it up
I'm already rich, but on your time, I'll live it up
Champagne bottle, I'll take my time to sip it up
Rolls Royce full of rose petals when you pick me up (Ayy, ah)
I got bluefaces, credit cards, wire transfers
Loggin' in his bank accounts, got the passwords
I want all of it, yeah, I need all of it (Ayy, ayy)
I want a scammer, shout out to JT
He can get it all as long as he got me
Make that shit hit, make them pieces work
As long as he got it, I'm makin' that shit twerk
I want all of it, I need all of it
All day
I watched you, I watched you, I watched you, I watched you
All day
I watched you, I watched you, I watched you, I watched you
All day
I watched you, I watched you, I watched you, I watched you
All day
I watched you, I watched you, I watched you, I watched you
Warning lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Fuck me, I'm horny, feed me, I'm hungry
He love hood pussy, so he fuck me in my bonnet
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it
This is a motherfuckin' broke-nigga warning
(HitKidd, what it do, man?)
Yeah, ah, mwah
Fuck me, I'm horny (Ah), feed me, I'm hungry (Mwah)
He love hood pussy, so he fuck me in my bonnet (Brrt, brrt)
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (Yeah)
This is a motherfuckin' broke-nigga warning
Fuck me, I'm horny, feed me, I'm hungry (Brrt)
He love hood pussy, so he fuck me in my bonnet (Yeah, yeah)
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (Brrt, brrt)
This is a motherfuckin' broke-nigga warning (Ayy, ayy)
I'm a player-ass bitch and I don't fuck with all that drama (All that drama)
Don't say that shit to me if you won't say it to your mama (What?)
Niggas send me money, then it better have some commas (Yeah)
Do I look like a bitch that need a couple of hundred dollars?
I like money, jewels (Jewels), and designer shoes (Shoes)
I got expensive taste, I pick my niggas like my food
I got bitches hatin' (Yeah), watchin' and complainin'
Of course another wack bitch agree with what you sayin' (Duh)
Fuck me, I'm horny (Ah), feed me, I'm hungry (Mwah)
He love hood pussy, so he fuck me in my bonnet (Brrt, brrt)
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (Yeah)
This is a motherfuckin' broke-nigga warning
Fuck me, I'm horny, feed me, I'm hungry (Brrt)
He love hood pussy, so he fuck me in my bonnet (Yeah, yeah)
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (Brrt, brrt)
This is a motherfuckin' broke-nigga warning (Baow)
Scary niggas bore me, rich niggas spoil me
I turn into a star every time he record me
Wet like the deep end, sheesh, it's a four-feet
He love him a stallion that ride like a horsey
This is some wet pussy, this is the best pussy
She say he hers, but my text say he ain't took-en
Poppin' in this Prada shit, pop it for these dollars trick
You don't wanna see this ass? You ain't gotta follow, bitch
I'm gettin' money, I'm gettin' finer
I've got a bitch mad, I ain't even trying
Shoutout E-V-E, I'm a real Ruff Ryder
I let him come and stick it on my walls like a spider (Ah)
Fuck me, I'm horny (Spider), feed me, I'm hungry (Mwah)
He love hood pussy, so he fuck me in my bonnet (Brrt, brrt)
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (Yeah)
This is a motherfuckin' broke-nigga warning
Fuck me, I'm horny, feed me, I'm hungry (Brrt)
He love hood pussy, so he fuck me in my bonnet (Yeah, yeah)
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (Brrt, brrt)
This is a motherfuckin' broke-nigga warning (Baow)
Kitty Kat lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
(J.R.)
Say what you want, but a bitch be workin'
Clown-ass bitch, I ain't comin' to the circus
Broke-ass niggas on the internet hurtin'
Big booty bitch, gettin' rich off twerkin'
Fuck that, if I had a dick, make 'em suck that
Pull up to the club, make a nigga get the fuck back
Superstar and you little hoes my groupies
I'm done givin' fifteen minutes to these goofies
Big wheels rollin', can't tell how shit feel
Bitch, how I change when I only got big bills? (Ah)
Problem, and that waist on Coke bottle
Walkin' these hoes like a runway model
Trust me, I'm finna get free like Tubman (Bye)
I'll never let another label try to fuck me
Bad bitch, and I'm on point like a cactus
I bet a real bitch be the last one laughin' (Ah)
Here, kitty-kitty, here, kitty-kitty, here kitty
Here, kitty-kitty, here, kitty-kitty, ah
Here, kitty-kitty, here, kitty-kitty, here kitty
Here, kitty-kitty, here, kitty-kitty, ah
Pussy-ass nigga, don't hide that tail (Tail)
Number one rule: don't kiss and tell (Tell)
Ass so fat, finna break that scale (Ah)
Here, kitty-kitty, here, kitty-kitty, yeah
These bitches keep sayin' they run shit, how? (Huh?)
When the last you hoes even worked out?
And runnin' your mouth don't count
Messy-ass bitch, close the motherfuckin' app out
Is anybody round this bitch keepin' score?
Grammy-nominated pussy, bitch, I got four (Bitch, I got four)
Cover after cover, I'm raw, no rubber (Ah)
All year 'round, havin' hot girl summer (Mwah)
I'm the shit, that's why these hoes pissed
I can spill the tea, but I'm not a messy bitch
And ever since I came out the pussy, I was lit
I knew I was a problem when them hoes start to diss
Them niggas fucked up when they let me get rich (Yeah)
I started gettin' money and I got on my Beyoncé
Them hoes gotta sign an NDA to come around me
I'm feelin' like Kelis 'cause a bitch real bossy (Ah)
Here, kitty-kitty, here, kitty-kitty, here kitty
Here, kitty-kitty, here, kitty-kitty, ah
Here, kitty-kitty, here, kitty-kitty, here kitty
Here, kitty-kitty, here, kitty-kitty, ah
Pussy-ass nigga, don't hide that tail (Tail)
Number one rule: don't kiss and tell (Tell)
Ass so fat, finna break that scale (Ah)
Here, kitty-kitty, here, kitty-kitty, yeah
P is for "pussy," P-U-S-S-Y
That pussy, P-U-S-S-Y
That pussy, P-U-S-S-Y
That pussy (Yeah)
Here, kitty-kitty, here, kitty-kitty, yeah
Here, kitty-kitty, here, kitty-kitty, here kitty
Here, kitty-kitty, here, kitty-kitty
Here, kitty-kitty, here, kitty-kitty, here kitty
Here, kitty-kitty, here, kitty-kitty
Pussy-ass nigga, don't hide that tail
Number one rule: don't kiss and tell
Ass so fat, finna break that scale
Here, kitty-kitty, here, kitty-kitty, yeah
Tina Snow Interlude lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
How ya like me now? 'Cause I'm real
Come— , come— , comin' down
How ya like me now? 'Cause I'm real
Piece and—, piece and—, piece and chain four shiny grills
How ya— , how—
Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors
Everybody talking 'bout a bitch went ghost
Shit, that's how I roll
All this cake, with all of these snakes
Gotta keep hoes outta my face
When I put that red key in my car
These hoes ain't winnin' that race
Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors
Everybody talking 'bout a bitch went ghost
Shit, that's how I roll
All this cake, with all of these snakes
Gotta keep hoes out of my face
When I put that red key in my car
These hoes ain't winnin' that race
(Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors)
I had to learn that some people only fuck with you when it's beneficial
(Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors)
And when you ain't lettin' them use no more, it become a motherfuckin' issue (Fucked up)
(Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors)
You can keep tellin' people you don't fuck with me no more
'Cause I promise I don't miss you (I promise I don't, ah)
(Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors)
And I'm still doin' Hot Girl shit (Ayy)
Young Tina Snow, still hard on a ho (I'm still hard on a ho, ah)
Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors)
Fake, fake, fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors)
Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors)
Fake, fake, fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors)
H-Town legend Lil' Keke the Don checkin' in
See, first off top, I'ma say this, man
It take a special motherfucker to even represent this way of life, you understand?
See, this a culture where the trapstar and the rapstar got the same bag, man
See, the hustlers and the grinders, they just as famous as the athletes and the movie stars, see, that's real talk
The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you carry yourself
Gon' tell me exactly where you from, that's legend talk, man
It ain't about the car, it's about how the car make me feel
The way I tote it, the statement that it's gon' make in the culture
'Cause it ain't no vinyl in the car, it's leather all the way through
Perforated from the guts to the door pannels to the booth
We don't ride raincoat
If I got the top up on it, that motherfucker cover with the rain
Double-stitched Daytona carpet, ten coats of clear on that paint
Bitch thicker than Megan, get it?
See, that's how you talk slayer
Have you ever seen a bitch so bad a nigga spend his last on that shit?
Big titties, flat stomachs, fat asses, welcome to the culture, nigga
Slabs, bikes, muscle cars, Bentleys, Benzes
If I'm in it, I own it
Come from nothin', paper plates to paper plates
Mixtapes, fried chicken, double cups, squares, everywhere
"Ke, what you sayin'?"
I say it all to say, how you like me now, nigga?
God's Favorite lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
HitKidd, what it do, man? (Ayy)
Skin glowin' 'cause I hit the water in Jamaica (The water in Jamaica)
Ain't got no favor for a hater, bitch, I'm highly favored (Yeah)
I bought a crib next to my crib 'cause I ain't want no neighbors ('Cause I ain't want no neighbors)
I mind my business, I ain't trippin', God said I'm his favorite (Ayy)
Hmm, yeah, God said I'm his favorite (God said I'm his favorite)
My favorite clothes my birthday suit, they love when I get naked
My favorite drink my haters' tears, it calls for celebration, ayy
Here's a toast, who you love the most?
I'm not saying I do voodoo, but I got the magic (Got the magic)
Any time they go against me, shit gon' end up tragic (Damn)
They hatin' hard, but you know I'm prayin' even harder (I'm prayin' even hard)
The way he answer got me feelin' like his favorite daughter (Ah)
Man, you bitches dusty and your lips crusty (Crusty)
Hatin', but you want a pic, bitch, don't touch me
Face card pretty, you know God don't like ugly
Face card pretty, you know God don't like— (Hahaha)
Skin glowin' 'cause I hit the water in Jamaica (The water in Jamaica)
Ain't got no favor for a hater, bitch, I'm highly favored (Yeah)
I bought a crib next to my crib 'cause I ain't want no neighbors ('Cause I ain't want no neighbors)
I mind my business, I ain't trippin', God said I'm his favorite (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hmm, yeah, God said I'm his favorite (God said I'm his favorite)
My favorite clothes my birthday suit, they love when I get naked (They love when I get naked)
My favorite drink my haters' tears, it calls for celebration, ayy
Here's a toast (Yeah), who you love the most? (Who you love the most?)
Let Me See It lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Let me see it, let me see it
Uh (OG Parker)
I'm a lady pimp (Uh), these niggas all my hoes (My hoes)
Which one I want today? Eenie-meenie-minie-mo (Which one?)
That "S" up on my chest, 'cause, bitch, that's where I'm from (South)
In your nigga face 'cause that's where I wanna cum, uh
My man ain't scared of nothin' (Nothin'), I dare a nigga to test him (Baow)
As far as he know, when we fuck, he been went to Heaven (Ah)
I drive that nigga crazy (Crazy), I think he need some help (Uh)
When I go overboard, my side niggas split the bill (Ah, ah)
Is you gon' spend or you here to window-shop? Let me see it
All that ass make a nigga spin the block just to see it
Can you dance or that's just for TikTok? Let me see it (Baow)
If you're lookin' for a real pimp, baby, let me be it (Man), uh
Bitch, that ain't your trick (Huh?)
You and that nigga in love (What?)
I don't play none of them games, he don't get conversation outside of the club (Boy, bye)
Bitches swear they pimpin' (What?)
A nigga'll call them, they come
Since when a ho tell a pimp what to do?
Bitch, you ain't pimpin' enough (Ayy)
Stop playin' like I'm one of these lame-ass, square-ass, trick-ass hoes
And I keep on all of these diamonds, everything I drop go platinum and gold (Uh)
I tell that nigga, "Don't leave (Don't leave), you better off with your dick"
You come over here and I promise I'm doin' you worse than you do that bitch (Uh)
Is you gon' spend or you here to window-shop? Let me see it
All that ass make a nigga spin the block just to see it
Can you dance or that's just for TikTok? Let me see it (Baow)
If you're lookin' for a real pimp, baby, let me be it, uh (Let me be it)
Ayy, what's up y'all? This the trill OG Bun B, reppin' UGK for life, straight out of Port Arthur, Texas
You know, I seen a lot of motherfuckers come and go, tryna move through these streets like they was Tony Snow
But I only ever seen one motherfucker even come close
That was Tina Snow, reppin' that third coast
Slap a bitch, whip a ho
Make any nigga trick out his dough
But when you see her come through with them diamonds blazing that fur
Recognize this real legend is about to...
Ladies and gentlemen, Tina Snow
Tina Snow, reppin' that third coast
What it do? It's Paul Wall, baby
And this Something for Thee Hotties
Big Texas shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm talkin' bout South Park to South Dallas, all the way down to South Texas
I'm talkin' 'bout Almeda to El Paso, Acres Home to San Anton'
H-town to G-town, A-town to Funky Town
All the way to your town, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
When you see Thee Stallion come through, you better ride with her or get rolled on
Now fix your face, bitch, 'cause we 'bout to go live in this ho
Real hot girl shit
Opposite Day lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Hate on me, I like that shit
This brand new Bentley ain't got no tint
Bad bitch is my occupation
My conversation pay my rent (Hello?)
Every day is opposite day for me
'Cause I don't wanna be like nobody
I don't wanna drive no shit that lil' bitch drive
That mean everybody could buy it (Skrrt, skrrt)
My car like the Batmobile, fly shit, one of one
I like Debbie cakes, I keep my purse filled with a Honey Bun
And if you didn't know, that is the lingo for a hundred K
I told that nigga I'm everything he need, like a one-a-day
Yeah, make that shit drop (Drop)
If that bitch think she on go, make that bitch stop (Make that bitch stop)
New to you (Huh), but I been had it (But I been had it)
You know what really make me smile? When a bitch mad (Hahaha)
I got two niggas trickin' (Two niggas trickin')
Tellin' me they love me (Tellin' they love me)
And they both mean it (Yeah), that's a double entendre (That's a double entendre)
I told 'em save a seat (Yeah), right there on they faces (Right there on they faces)
I know his bitch keep wonderin' why he textin' reservations (Who that?)
He keep beggin' me for one piece, Luffy (Yeah)
All around the world tryna get this coochie (Yeah)
Ridin' with 4oe, like Shaggy and Scooby
Say he a shooter, I call him the duty (Baow, baow, baow)
Face down, ass up, pussy clean, tear it up (Tear it up)
Everything look cooler in reverse, bitch, back it up
Yeah, make that shit drop (Drop)
If that bitch think she on go, make that bitch stop (Make that bitch stop)
New to you (Huh), but I been had it (But I been had it)
You know what really make me smile? When a bitch mad (Hahaha)
I be up all night so these bitches can't sleep on me, uh (Can't sleep on me)
Ain't no bitch alive that could make my man cheat on me, uh (Can't make my man cheat on me)
I'm so fuckin' scared of you bitches, on opposite day (Oh my gosh, so scared of you bitches)
And after that nigga make me cum, I'm goin' the opposite way (Yeah)
I'm goin' out of my way to fuck them niggas that these bitches don't
Can't no basic bitch say they see Megan in they nigga phone
I don't do the drama, I don't really fuck with the internet
I get the drip and log in just to make sure y'all ain't get it yet
Yeah, make that shit drop (Drop)
If that bitch think she on go, make that bitch stop (Make that bitch stop)
New to you (Huh), but I been had it (But I been had it)
You know what really make me smile? When a bitch mad (Hahaha)
Freakend lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Ah, ayy
We gon' fight when I see you (See you)
That mean we gon' fuck (We gon' fuck)
Quit askin' if I like it, nigga, let me get my nut (Yeah)
He ask where can he bust, told him "Do it on my ass" (Baow, baow, baow)
And if he is a gentleman, then he go get the rag (Ah)
I be makin' money (Yeah), we be havin' sex (We be havin' sex)
I think my favorite thing about the nigga is his neck (Ah)
Bitch, I ain't Aretha, don't give niggas no respect (Niggas no respect)
Ayy, treat him like that TikTok, then I pass him, like "Who's next?" (Go)
We could fuck if you wanna fuck, talk if you wanna talk (Wanna talk)
I'ma bend it over, come and take this Fashion Nova off (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Lick on the tip while I stroke it, playin' with them balls (Ah, ah, ah)
One for the money, yeah, two to take these panties off
Fuck if you wanna fuck, talk if you wanna talk (Ooh, ooh, ooh, you like that? Ah)
I'ma bend it over, come and take this Fashion Nova off (Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)
Lick on the tip while I stroke it, playin' with them balls (Ooh, ooh, ooh, baow, baow, baow)
One for the money, yeah, two to take these panties off (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Put it in, take it out, ayy (Ah), put it all in my mouth (Huh)
Niggas know I'm on hot girl shit, quit askin' me what I'm 'bout (What I'm 'bout)
He say I'm pretty like an angel, when I arch that back, I'm a demon
Ayy, we been fuckin' all weekend, I'm survivin' off of your semen (Yeah, yeah, ah)
My attitude gettin' bad (Bad), think I need to be fucked good (Be fucked good)
Think I need to be flew in, ayy, buy the bag, think you should (Ah)
I got all of this ass (Yeah), and he got all of that face (All of that face)
Kiss me when I cum (Mwah), so I can know how it taste (Ah)
We could fuck if you wanna fuck, talk if you wanna talk (Hey, yeah)
I'ma bend it over, come and take this Fashion Nova off (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Lick on the tip while I stroke it, playin' with them balls
One for the money, yeah, two to take these panties off (Ah)
Fuck if you wanna fuck, talk if you wanna talk (Ooh, ooh, ooh, you like that? Ah)
I'ma bend it over, come and take this Fashion Nova off (Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)
Lick on the tip while I stroke it, playin' with them balls (Ooh, ooh, ooh, baow, baow, baow)
One for the money, yeah, two to take these panties off (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah)
Hahaha, yeah
Real hot girl shit, ah, mwah
Bae Goals lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Ayy, ayy (Buddah blessed this beat)
Real nigga me please, ayy
Let's get dressed like KimYe, ayy (Yeah)
Sit courtside like Keyshia and Gucci
Rich like JAY and Beyoncé, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Real nigga me please, ayy
One with a little bit of thug in him, ayy
Send me a nigga that's only for me
I ain't gotta be scared that I fuck with him, ayy (Ah, ah)
Real nigga me please, ayy
Let's get dressed like KimYe, ayy
Sit courtside like Keyshia and Gucci
Rich like JAY and Beyoncé, ayy (Ah, ah)
Real nigga me please, ayy (Please)
One with a little bit of thug in him
I want a nigga that's only for me
I ain't gotta be scared that I fuck with him (Ah, ah)
Say it once, I don't say it twice 'cause he heard me right
I'ma keep switchin' these niggas if they keep doin' shit that I don't fuckin' like (Bye)
No bitch you fuck with bad as me
Bitch ain't cover no magazine (Yeah)
Bitch, I walk in Chanel, point at the shelf, biggest bag me please (Ah, ah)
He'll probably put it on his set (Gang)
Probably even put it on his mama (Deuce)
He'll even put it on his kids
But I already know what he did, he a liar (Ah)
Rich nigga me please (Yeah)
Real big dick, real big bag on him (Ooh)
I want a nigga who car so expensive
He don't let his homeboys crash on it (Ah)
Real nigga me please, ayy
Let's get dressed like KimYe, ayy
Sit courtside like Keyshia and Gucci
Rich like JAY and Beyoncé, ayy (Ah, ah)
Real nigga me please, ayy (Please)
One with a little bit of thug in him
Send me a nigga that's only for me
I ain't gotta be scared that I fuck with him, ayy
Real nigga me please, ayy (Please)
Let's get dressed like KimYe, ayy
Sit courtside like Keyshia and Gucci (Swish)
Rich like JAY and Beyoncé, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Real nigga me please, ayy (Please)
One with a little bit of thug in him
I want a nigga that's only for me
I ain't gotta be scared that I fuck with him (Ah, ah)
Freaky nigga me please, ayy (Yeah)
I want a baby that's nasty, ayy (Ah)
I want a nigga who profile picture is his face in my ass cheeks, yeah (Baow, baow, baow)
.51 on me, icy (Icy), hot girl, make it spicy (Spicy)
It's a lot of fish in the sea and I probably really need to catch a Pisces
I got a smart mouth, I'm not no dumb bitch, I make him cum quick (Yeah, yeah)
Good pussy, crazy girl, that's what this shit come with (That's what this shit come with)
You rather have a lil' yes chick, but I know better (Huh?)
Every bad boy need a hot girl, if you ask me it just go better, mwah
Real nigga me please, ayy (Please)
Let's get dressed like KimYe, ayy
Sit courtside like Keyshia and Gucci (Swish)
Rich like JAY and Beyoncé, ayy (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Real nigga me please, ayy
One with a little bit of thug in him (Yeah)
Send me a nigga that's only for me
I ain't gotta be scared that I fuck with him
Real nigga me please, ayy (Please)
Let's get dressed like KimYe, ayy
Sit courtside like Keyshia and Gucci (Swish)
Rich like JAY and Beyoncé, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Real nigga me please, ayy (Please)
One with a little bit of thug in him (Yeah)
I want a nigga that's only for me
I ain't gotta be scared that I fuck with him (Ah, ah)
Real hot girl shit, ah, mwah
Pipe Up lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up")
Ayy
I like all nice things (Yeah), I like ice, bling-bling
Told that boy to pipe up if he wanna pipe me (If he wanna pipe me)
Brand new AP, got the right timing (Got the right timing)
You can get it when I hear the register ching-ching
I like all nice things (Yeah), I like ice, bling-bling (Ice, bling-bling)
Told that boy to pipe up if he wanna pipe me (If he wanna pipe me)
Brand new AP, got the right timing (Got the right timing)
You can get it when I hear the register ching-ching (Ha, mwah)
Workin' for that pussy, but don't even have a job (Ugh)
That's them same ass hunnids you was postin' last month (Broke-ass nigga)
He say I'm a gold digger 'cause I love rich niggas (I love rich niggas)
I'm a money-makin' bitch and I could make some money with you (Mwah)
And he always at the club, but ain't never at the bank (Huh?)
And he keep tryna come over like he need somewhere to stay (Boy, bye)
You can spot a real nigga by the way that he move
If he went and bought him somethin', he gon' buy you somethin', too (Somethin', too)
I ain't no lame, you can't run no game on a game-runner (On a game-runner)
And I'm paid, bitch, I'm self-made, I was made for it (I was made for it)
Like a magnet, niggas come to me like I came for 'em (I came for 'em)
Have him smilin' ear-to-ear when I throw that game on him (Ayy, ayy, ha)
I like all nice things, I like ice, bling-bling (Woah, woah)
Told that boy to pipe up if he wanna pipe me (If he wanna pipe me)
Brand new AP, got the right timing (Got the right timing)
You can get it when I hear the register ching-ching
I like all nice things, I like ice, bling-bling (Ice, bling-bling)
Told that boy to pipe up if he wanna pipe me (If he wanna pipe me)
Brand new AP, got the right timing (Right timin')
You can get it when I hear the register ching-ching
How these niggas still surprised when I ask where the cash at? (Huh?)
He say, "What's your name?" and I send 'em back the CashApp (Yeah)
Hard on a nigga and I'm hard on a ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch it's Money Makin' Megan, better known as Tina Snow (Bitch)
Ask about my rep, fuck goin' through them texts (Fuck goin' through them texts)
'Fore I check about a bitch, I'ma check 'em for a check (For money)
Told that boy to send a jet since he think he super fly (Since he super fly)
He said, "Girl, I'm havin' money", I said, "Nigga, so am I" (Ah)
I said, "Let's go to an island", he said, "Okay, which one?"
I sent him all my information and he got it done (He got it done)
I told him, "Don't show me no money 'less I'm gettin' some" ('Less I'm gettin' some)
He gave me everything he got and I ain't give him nothin' (Ha, ha)
I like all nice things, I like ice, bling-bling (Woah, woah, woah)
Told that boy to pipe up if he wanna pipe me (If he wanna pipe me)
Brand new AP, got the right timing (Right timing)
You can get it when I hear the register ching-ching
I like all nice things, I like ice, bling-bling (Ice, bling-bling)
Told that boy to pipe up if he wanna pipe me (If he wanna pipe me)
Brand new AP, got the right timing (Right timing)
You can get it when I hear the register ching-ching (Ha, ha)
And fuck all y'all broke-ass niggas actin' like y'all rich
Since y'all want some head so motherfuckin' bad, suck your own dick, ah, yeah
Ayy, ayy
Money-Makin' Megan, better known as Thee Stallion, ah
Bless The Booth Freestyle lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Ayy
You niggas is blockin' your blessings
If you so worried 'bout me, get invested
Bitch, I'm a business, you wanna get in it?
Go put down your phone and pick up a pen
I understand, you thought you was smart
Blind lead the blind, y'all all in the dark
I know you used to seein' mediocre
I know the bar gettin' lower and lower
Nigga wanna constrict me like a Boa
Snake in the grass, but I got the mower
I went and put the city on my shoulders
They got my name at the top of the totem
They know about me 'cause somebody told 'em
Bitches is soft, you know I'ma fold 'em
He say I'm heavy, I told him, "I'm bloated"
You need to put this pussy on a podium
You need to shut up, let the pussy speak
A lot of you real niggas actin' weak
I think you really mad at your daddy, but get on the internet aimin' at me
I think you motherfuckers need a hug
I think you motherfuckers need a shot
I think you motherfuckers need to buy a ticket to the show and come open your mouth
I make a nigga hit the hurt face
This that stub your toe kinda pain
This that real bitch from the Southside of that H-Town, switchin' lanes
This that shit real niggas ride to
I make music real bitches vibe to
Yeah, I'm sexy, but I'm gangster
I make real killers come find you
Bitches ain't built like Megan
God took his time when he made it
Get too much shine and get shaded
I don't follow niggas I dated
If I fucked your boo, don't worry, these niggas seasonal like McFlurries
But my outfits be so summertime
Make a nigga crash 'cause I'm curvy, hey, yeah
Bitch, I'm up now, ain't no question, hmm
Giving these rappers a lesson, hmm
I should go work at the church, hmm
'Cause they know Megan a blessing, hmm
They don't like me 'cause I'm cocky, well
I cannot help that my sexy sell
And I'm in love with my sexy self
I need a boo that's gon' sex me well
Shall we shag now or shag later? Huh
I'm tryna put your rock on some paper, huh
Bae wanna eat and I cater, huh
Stalli too wild, can't tame her, ayy
They say that Megan too rowdy, huh
And she be showin' her body, ayy
I bet if they got the chance, huh
They would come do it just like me, ah
Real hot girl shit, ah
THOT SHIT lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
(OG Parker)
(And if the beat live)
(You know Lil Ju made it)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Post me a pic, finna make me a profit
When the liquor hit, then a bitch get toxic
(Why the fuck you in the club when niggas wildin'?)
I've been lit since brunch, thot shit
Order '42 for the table, let's pop shit
Missionary or doggystyle, I'ma top shit
Pussy-ass niggas hatin' on me from the closet (Ah)
Hoes tryna call me a snake
Shit, I guess I can relate, cause a bitch spit a whole lotta venom
And since these hoes all rats
When they come around me, all I see is a whole lotta dinner
I walk around the house butt-naked
And I stop at every mirror just to stare at my own posterior
I don't give a fuck who talk behind my back
Cause the bitch knew better than to let me hear her (Ah)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees
Hoes said they wish a bitch would, and I'm a genie
Bitch so hot, gotta stay in bikinis
He got a girl, but he keep beggin' to see me
I love it when a nigga got a mouth full of VVs
No, I'm not a patient, but I let him treat me
I gotta be a doctor how I'm orderin' CCs
Go to your place, no face, no case
Ninety-nine percent tint in a blacked-out Wraith
I remember hoes used to clap for me happily
Now I'm bossed up and them same hoes mad at me
Acting like they ridin', whole time tryna pass me
Watchin' me go through it, still tryna drag me
Actin' like you winnin', if you think about it, actually
Are they supportin' you or really just attackin' me?
I don't give a fuck 'bout a blog tryna bash me
I'm the shit per the Recording Academy (Ah)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees
Drinkin' out the motherfuckin' bottle on my thot shit
Everything I eat go straight to my pockets
2021, finna graduate college
Goth girl shit, I'm a real hot topic
Fuckin' on a nigga, make him sing, on some pop shit
I need a real headbanger, on some rock shit
Pussy like crack, wanna hit it like dope
Got a real hot box, but a bitch don't smoke (Ah)
Hot girl, but I'm still the coldest, hey
I'm the big homie, but I ain't the oldest, hmm
Bitch dry hatin', tryna get noticed
Man, ain't nobody come to see you, Otis, look
How many bitches lyin' if they say they bars is better?
They really puppets, so I really gotta go and Geppetto
I'm really talkin', but it really can apply to whoever
My pen a freak, it'll go after a bitch or a nigga (Huh)
Big bank take lil' bank, bitch, add it up
Hoes takin' shots, but they ain't in my caliber
Booked, but I squeeze a lil' head in my calendar
Lookin' in the mirror like, "Damn, I don't brag enough"
LVs, double C's, Birkins, I'm workin'
My chain ain't hittin' if a bitch ain't hurtin'
Look, I ain't even finna argue with a bitch
One thing I know, two things for certain
None of these hoes sayin' shit to my face
And none of these hoes finna see me at the bank
And I'ma keep talkin' all the shit that I want
And I dare one of these hoes come tell me I can't
We ain't even speakin' if the nigga ain't spendin'
He could never say that I was one of his women
I don't even let niggas know where I stay
I'll be damned if he think he poppin' up on this pimpin' (Ah)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees
(OG Parker)
(And if the beat live)
(You know Lil Ju made it)
To Thee Hotties lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
What's up, hotties? It's your girl Megan Thee Stallion, a.k.a The Hot Girl Coach, a.k.a Young Tina Snow, Mrs Hard on a Hoe, a.k.a Thee H-town Hottie. And I really just wanted to get on here right quick and tell y'all thank y'all so much for rocking with me, y'all don't know how much it mean to me. Through the ups, through the downs, y'all always sending me positive messages, uplifting me, I see 'em on Twitter. Yeah, I be lurking in y'all lil' groupchats and stuff. I see 'em on Instagram and I just really had to take a moment to say thank y'all and I appreciate y'all and I love y'all and just as hard as y'all go for me, I always wanna go hard for y'all and just thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you to the OG hotties, thank you to the hotties that been rocking with me since I was doing shows at the strip club. Doin' shows at any bar, any club, to the big stages that we rocking right now. I promise I'ma keep goin' up for y'all and I'ma keep on puttin' on. I'ma keep on puttin' on for Houston and, yeah, love y'all, ah
Shots Fired lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Brrt, brrt, baow (Buddah Bless this beat)
Imagine niggas lyin' 'bout shootin' a real bitch (Huh?)
Just to save face for rapper niggas you chill with
Imagine me givin' a fuck it was your fuckin' birthday (Fuck you)
You in your feelings, I just thought it was another Thursday
Now imagine me cockblockin' niggas on some dry shit (What?)
I don't want you on the bench, believe you wouldn't've been invited (You wouldn't've been invited)
And if it weren't for me, same week, you would have been indicted (Should've let them lock your ass up)
You offered M's not to talk, I guess that made my friend excited, hmm
Now y'all in cahoots, huh (Okay), you a puss in boots
You shot a 5'10" bitch with a .22
Talkin' 'bout bones and tendons like them bullets wasn't pellets
A pussy nigga with a pussy gun in his feelings
Okay, he in the backseat and he keep callin' me a bitch (He a bitch)
We all know the shit I could've came back with (Lil'-ass nigga)
He talkin' 'bout his followers, dollars, and goofy shit
I told him, "You're not poppin', you just on the remix" (What's poppin'?)
Now here we are, 2020, eight months later
And we still ain't got no fuckin' justice for Breonna Taylor (Breonna Taylor)
Any nigga on that nigga's side is a clout chaser (Fuck y'all)
A bitch who he fuckin' or a ho that he payin', uh
Imagine me, hahaha
Imagine me entertaining you fuckin' goofy-ass niggas and you fuckin' goofy-ass bitches
Brrt, brrt, blaow (Buddah Bless this beat)
Who you takin' shots at, goofy-ass nigga?
Keep your broke ass out a rich bitch business
And that go for you bitches too that's tryna get picked
Talkin' shit, I'll slide on you, thinkin' that you slick
Ooh shit, it's a lotta weak niggas in this bitch
They confused
They hate me, but watch my videos beatin' they dick
Who a snitch? I ain't never went to the police with no names
I thought a bitch that got her chain snatched, caught a loss had something to say, ayy
I be speakin' facts, uh, they can't handle that, uh
They want me to be the bad guy, let me put my mask on
I was chose, I ain't ask to be this motherfuckin' cold
Still the brightest star and not just the ones that's up in this Rolls
Keep it pimpin' always, actions do the talkin'
I know you want the clout, so I ain't sayin' y'all names
Oh, you out here ballin', huh? Who you get that money from?
Ten toes down for whoever get the Patek, huh?
I be so content 'cause I know I'm a real bitch
And anything I say, I'm never scared to repeat it
You'd think I was a killer how these niggas scared as shit
I pull up one deep, but niggas bring they whole clique, ayy
Who you takin' shots at, goofy-ass bitch?
Watchin' me succeed from your knees, suckin' dick
I know you want attention from the niggas that I get
I'm a steak, you a side plate, shrimp, stay in your place
Real bitch, yeah, yeah, I ain't sellin' fairytales
FaceTime my nigga while my other nigga layin' there
Bitch think she sabotagin' somethin', tryna run and tell
Bitch, I got a bond with my niggas and they all aware, yeah
Who you takin' shots at? Shut up with your scary ass
No profile pic, bitch, your mama shouldn't had
Kick me while I'm down bad, I remember all that
Next nigga send a shot, I'ma sent it right back (Ah)
Brrt, brrt
Brrt, haha
Ah
Should've let them lock your ass up
Pussy
Circles lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Yeah
Hey
Real hot girl shit
Ah
(Fuck that nigga)
Hey, hey
Baow, baow
Look, why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong? (Huh?)
'Bout to make this every bad bitch song (Ayy)
Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down
Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? (Ayy)
Look (Hey), I ain't in my feelings with it (In my feelings)
Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it (Get it, get it)
Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise
We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys
Shh, cut the noise
I ain't goin' back and forth with these lil' boys (Lil' boys)
I'm a February baby, I'm a big flirt (Big flirt)
I gotta give a nigga space when his feelings hurt (Hey, hey)
Ayy, look, cut the shit
I ain't goin' back and forth with a broke bitch (Broke bitch)
Jawbreaker, I ain't fuckin' with the sucker shit (Yeah)
If I cut her off, then I mean it and it's fuck a bitch
The more I ignore you, the more you adore me (Yeah)
Crazy-ass niggas need to come with a warnin' (Come with a warnin')
Is he crazy 'bout me or he just crazy? You been trippin' lately (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga too attached, got him actin' like a titty baby (Yeah)
Bullet wounds, backstabs, mama died, still sad
At war with myself, in my head, bitch, it's Baghdad (Yeah)
New nigga tryna come around and play clean (Hmm)
And my clothes fit tight, but my heart need a seamstress (Ah)
Look, why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong? (What?)
'Bout to make this every bad bitch song (Ayy)
Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down
Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? (Ayy)
Look, I ain't in my feelings with it (In my feelings)
Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it (Get it, get it)
Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise
We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys
One, never let a nigga see you sweat (Never)
Two, never let these niggas come between a check (Yeah)
Three, never let a nigga turn you 'gainst me (Hey)
'Cause the dick come and go, but I'm ridin' past E (Ayy)
Keep that shit player, I don't like gettin' personal
Treat 'em like job, when I get 'em, I'm workin' 'em (Workin')
Niggas love usin' Instagram like a journal (Yeah)
Just like my ass, niggas talkin' in a circle (Baow-baow-baow)
Why niggas love to talk down? I don't know (I don't know)
Like I ain't keepin' all the facts in my phone
Like I ain't got the pictures of you beggin' for forgiveness (Yeah)
I ain't gotta do the most, I know what the real is (I know what the real is)
Ain't the jealous type, please don't believe the hype (Please)
You can't make me mad with some shit that I'ma like (That I'ma like)
Don't mean to be intrusive, but you thinkin' you exclusive
When a party ain't a party if my bitches ain't included (Ah, ah)
Look, why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong? (What?)
'Bout to make this every bad bitch song (Ayy)
Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down
Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? (Ayy)
Look, I ain't in my feelings with it (In my feelings)
Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it (Get it, get it)
Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise
We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys
Why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong?
'Bout to make this every bad bitch song, ayy
Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down
Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? Ayy
Look, I ain't in my feelings with it
Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it
Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise
We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys
We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys
Cry Baby lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion (feat. DaBaby)
[Megan Thee Stallion:]
Real hot girl shit
(D.A. got that dope)
[DaBaby:]
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
Her friends and mom hate me (Go)
Lay down on the bed, do the crybaby (Mmm)
She ain't gave me none of that pussy in a while
She had the boy waitin', I don't mind waitin' (Come here)
Oh, you ain't gon' respond to my texts? (Oh, yeah?)
Want me keep on my diamonds, we sex? (What's your name?)
Keisha? (Kei), Jasmine? (Jas), Kiera? Megan? (Go)
Lisa? Ashley? (Ashley), Sierra? Sarah?
She got her hands on her knees with her ass in the air, ooh, that lil' bitch a player
If her friends ain't around to record it, she bend over, shake that lil' ass in the mirror
Like goddamn, what a nigga gotta do for your number?
Shawty came through with that head so good, I said fuck it, I ain't usin' no rubber
Way she make that ass bounce, think I love her
Got that ass and that mouth from her mother
Type to make your bae mad, you in trouble
NBA playoffs that ass, it's a bubble
Uh-uh, uh-uh, come here, come here, uh-uh
Throw that ass back, come here, come here
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
Her friends and mom hate me (Go)
Lay down on the bed, do the crybaby (Go)
She ain't gave me none of that pussy in a while
She had the boy waitin', I don't mind waitin'
Oh, you ain't gon' respond to my texts? (Oh, yeah?)
Want me keep on my diamonds, we sex? (What's your name?)
[Megan Thee Stallion:]
(Wah, wah, wah, wah) Real hot girl shit (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Lay on my stomach, toot it up, do the crybaby (Crybaby)
Look back, hold it open, now he annihilated (Yeah)
Moaning like a bitch when he hit this pussy
Damn, he probably wanna wear my hoodie (Ah)
Choke me, spank me, look at me, thank me (Thank me)
If I give it to another nigga, he'll hate me (He'll hate me)
Spit, slurp, give him that work
Fell too fast for me, now the nigga hurt
Deeper, deeper, I need a reaper
Thought I was in trouble how he tearin' them cheeks up
Keep me a freak, who the flavor of the week?
If I make up the rules, then I don't think it's cheatin'
Jordan, Tommy, Timothy, Daniel (Which one?)
Might let Jonathan bring in Sarah (Come here, Sarah)
Bitch tryna brag about taking my man (Huh?)
Hah, I needed me a nigga off my hands (Hahahaha)
Uh-uh, don't fuck me like that, fuck me like this, yeah, ayy
His friends and his dad hate me (Yeah)
I broke his lil' heart, he a crybaby (Wah-wah-wah)
If I ain't let him hit the pussy by now
Then that nigga lame if he still waitin' (Ah, ah, ah)
I ain't even save your number (Nope)
So no, I don't can't reply to no text (No text)
I make him cry 'bout the pussy, hmm
Probably why my shit so wet (Ah, ah, ah, ah, wah, wah, wah)
Do It On The Tip lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion (feat. City Girls & Hot Girl Meg)
Real hot girl shit
(Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it)
And the motherfuckin' City Girls
(Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it)
I would never trip about any old dick (Yeah)
If my heart broke, it's nothin' that my jeweler won't fix (That my jeweler won't fix)
Put some ice on my chest just to cool my shit (Brr)
And I keep me a fur, 'cause I'm a real cold bitch, ayy (Ah)
I'm a cold bitch, yes, I'm a cold piece
Lookin' for a Mr. Freeze to get froze like me (Like me)
Got a lot of cold stones, and I ain't talkin' ice cream (Ice cream)
Put my arm to the sun, bet I melt your whole team
Okay, now can I take your order? I'ma serve 'em what they wanted (Yeah)
Bitches thinkin' they the shit when they really toilet water (When they really toilet water)
They don't go against me, they gon' go bar for bar? (Bar for bar?)
I'ma get 'em in the end like Simba did Scar (Ayy)
Oh, shit, I think I'm pregnant, but I don't see no belly (I don't see it)
These bitches tryna come my way before they even ready (They premature)
They say I got the skills, they say I got the look (I got the look)
I got so many bars, they puttin' money on my books, hey (On my books)
Be mad at them niggas how you be mad at me (Bitch)
He got you lookin' stupid, but you wanna argue with me (Huh?)
I got a couple of bitches mad 'cause I don't fuck with them no more (I don't fuck with them no more)
But since you say you so unbothered, what you speaking on me for? (Shh)
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Top-notch bitch, I'm A-listed (Huh?)
This City Girl shit, can't flex like this
Old country-ass bitch can't dress like this (Can't)
Bye, do it on the dick and a bitch (Period)
Put this ass on that dick, I'ma spazz on that dick
Go to sleep, take a nap, I'ma crash on that dick
I won't beg for no dick, I won't cry for no dick
If your dick broke, nigga, put a cast on that dick
Rich with an attitude, R-W-A (You is)
Bitch, I got kids, I know how you hoes play (You do)
Ice cube, peanut pussy, eat it, soufflé (Ow)
These hoes my sons, I should call 'em O'Shea
Fuckboys, I ain't pressed for 'em (At all)
I need a nigga with a Patek and a TEC on 'em (Ice, ice, ice)
Big dick, Chrome Hearts, and baguettes on 'em
If he got the bread, I'ma do the rest for him, period
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Ayy, real bitch, but that body built like a doll (Doll)
I ain't in no competition with these hoes at all (With these hoes at all)
I should own a bakery way niggas bring the cake to me
And if that boy a baller, I bet I can make him play for me
Okay, now, do it for a real bitch (Yeah), buy a bitch a real bag (Buy a bitch a real bag)
Before I pick the wrong nigga, make sure your friends tagged (Who is he?)
Do it for them bitches and they friends who be big mad (Ah)
I know my haters watchin', so I do it for they bitch-ass
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Baow, baow
Brr, brr
Baow, baow-baow-baow
Brr, brr, brr
Baow, baow
Brr, brr
Baow, baow-baow-baow
Sugar Baby lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Oh, he want a bad bitch?
Well, I want a nigga with some money and a long dick
Buy me everything in my cart if you my boyfriend (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Invest in this pussy, boy, support Black business
Get it for a bad bitch, spend it for a bad bitch
If you got some money, then trick on a bad bitch
Spend it for a bad bitch, get it for a bad bitch
If you got some money, nigga, trick on a bad bitch
Oh, you wanna see my nails when they done? Shit, pay for 'em
You can't have opinions on no shit that you ain't payin' for
All them high school mindgames only work on needy bitches
Call yourself not talkin' to me, I'm already callin' my other nigga, ayy
Boy, I eat like a bad bitch, kale on my salad (Salad)
Designer on my sheets, boy, I sleep like a bad bitch (Bad bitch)
Thinkin' that he Future, I'ma leave him in the past tense (Bye)
And I'm in my book, so I think like a bad bitch (Woah, woah)
He said, "Let's make a movie," and nutted so quick, we made a story (Ugh)
He tell people we not talkin', no, lil' nigga, you gettin' ignored
He text askin' what we are, I'm like, "LOL, I'm dead" (LOL, I'm dead)
I think all these niggas stupid, but I still want the head, ayy
Get it for a bad bitch, spend it for a bad bitch
If you got some money, nigga, trick on a bad bitch
Get it for a bad bitch, spend it for a bad bitch
If you got some money, nigga, trick on a bad bitch
I ain't playin nice for no fuckin' plane ticket (Uh-uh)
And I ain't comin' over 'til I know how big your dick is (Let me see)
He can call me lame and he can get an attitude
But I still ain't doin' nothin' I don't wanna do (Ah)
Don't FaceTime me in public, 'cause you don't know who I fuck with
Why you askin' why I'm playin' when you know you got a girlfriend? (Hah)
I'm too bad to be mad (Yup), I'm too sexy to be jealous
And I'm too fuckin' grown to be playin' with these niggas (Hey, hey, hey)
'Cause these niggas act like bad bitches, in the club takin' pictures
Other niggas' sections takin' seats from these bad bitches (Bad bitches)
Moody like these bad bitches, messy like these bad bitches (Ah)
Discussions on who fuckin' like these niggas never had bitches
Oh, he want a bad bitch?
Well, I want a nigga with some money and a long dick
Buy me everything in my cart if you my boyfriend (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Invest in this pussy, boy, support Black business
Get it for a bad bitch, spend it for a bad bitch
If you got some money, then trick on a bad bitch
Spend it for a bad bitch, get it for a bad bitch
If you got some money, nigga, trick on a bad bitch
Ah
Real hot girl shit
Yeah, I'm already rich, but I'm still tryna get richer, hahaha
Yeah, yeah, ah
Movie lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion (feat. Lil Durk)
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Take a shot, then turn the phone and shit, give me that D'USSÉ dick
'42, ho, Azul make me do some crazy shit
Fucked him good, now he shakin', call that nigga crazy legs
Mixin' blue with the green hundreds, that shit look like crazy bread
That ain't my man, but that's my man, though, so watch your hands, ho
He tryna holler when you ain't looking, just stop shakin' his hand, bro
Told that nigga give me the money, don't know what you playin' for
This expensive, don't be touchin' on what you ain't payin' for
Eat my coochie, let's make a movie, nigga
I'm talkin' ASMR, let me hear you chew it, nigga
The only L I hold got that V right there next to it
My pussy tight, but I might let him add some stretch to it, ah
Tell her shake it, drop her friends off, and take her pants off
Tell him spend it, you ain't got no money, keep your hands off
Chain one-eighty, it's expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
I'm a boss, I could buy the same thing my man bought
Shake that booty (Yeah, yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty (Baow, baow)
Shake that booty, bitch (Baow, baow, baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty (Yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty, uh, uh (Shake that booty)
Shake that booty, bitch (Baow, baow, baow-baow-baow)
Shake that
Told the bitch to shake her ass, told me put some ones on it
Told the bitch to kiss my ring, just don't put your tongue on it
Told the bitch bring a chair, I can put my guns on it
Told this bitch this belt Chanel so she know she can't pull on it
When the DJ play you back to back, this shit feel good, don't it?
Never trip about no politics, I know the hood want it
Order bottles, I don't even drink, I know the hood want it
Got my Glock inside the VIP, I wish you would want it
Bounce your booty, uh, uh, make a movie, bitch
Shake your boobies, uh, I'm like a groupie, bitch
That lil' bitch never turn down money, I don't give a fuck who she with
The strip club got the best chicken wings, give me six
Tell her shake it, drop her friends off, and take her pants off
Tell him spend it, you ain't got no money, keep your hands off
Chain one-eighty, it's expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
I'm a boss, I could buy the same thing my man bought (Ah)
Shake that booty (Yeah, yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty (Shake that booty)
Shake that booty, bitch (Baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty (Yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty, uh, uh (Shake that booty)
Shake that booty, bitch (Ayy)
Shake that
All of that talking in circles, just save it (Yeah)
I don't wanna flirt with you, nigga, just pay me (Huh?)
He gotta go if he ain't comin' with it
Me and a broke nigga ain't getting entangled (Ah)
I want a Birkin-'kin-'kin-'kin ('Kin-'kin)
Finna find out that SSN
Do a nigga how he think he finna do me
Get what I want, then I go missing (Ah)
He send a text, say he mad at me, why? (Why?)
He tryna FaceTime and you know I decline
I don't call you when you be with them hoes
So don't blow me up when you see I'm with mine (Baow)
Thinking you player, she gon' air you out when she mad, hmm (Spazz, nigga)
And I don't kiss you 'cause I know you eating ass, yeah (Ah, ah, ah)
You getting beside yourself, find yourself 'fore I make you hide yourself
Who the fuck pumpin' these bitches? Bitches is ass just like they hydrogel (Just like they hydrogel)
I see how your mama felt, finna go find my belt
Try pull my card and get dealt
Bad bitches get good gifts and that's word to the ride I'm in, ah
Tell her shake it, drop her friends off, and take her pants off
Tell him spend it, you ain't got no money, keep your hands off
Chain one-eighty, it's expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
I'm a boss, I could buy the same thing my man bought (Ah)
Shake that booty (Yeah, yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty)
Shake that booty (Baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty, bitch (Yeah)
Shake that booty (Shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty)
Shake that booty, uh, uh (baow, baow, baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty, bitch
Shake that booty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shake that booty, bitch
Shake that booty
Freaky Girls lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion (feat. SZA)
[Logic:]
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up")
(Love it, man)
[SZA:]
I'ma be your freak any time or place, any day of the week
Said I'ma let you hit it, I ain't scared, I ain't shy, it's cool with me
I'm lookin' for a thug who ain't scared of the pussy with a gangster lean
If you pull up and a nigga talkin' tough, better freak like me, yeah
[Megan Thee Stallion:]
Freaky bitch, I do this, suck it like I'm toothless
Your old bitch can't fuck with me, you ain't teachin' me no new shit
Do you know who you dealin' with? Ain't convicted, but killin' shit
Called the judge just to buy a car, I'm the flyest bitch on the dealership
Long legs, he intimated, Amazon, I'm elevated
Lil' people make lil' people, stallions breed prize babies
Eat it up for a while, baby, buck on it, I'm wild, baby
I ain't scared, let's take it there, I knew you was a crybaby
Bust that pussy wide, let him adventure inside
If my pussy was a beach, he get swept up by the tide
Any nigga I let hit it, they know Stalli is a vibe
If I wasn't such a player, probably be somebody's wife
[SZA:]
I'ma be your freak any time or place, any day of the week
Said I'ma let you hit it, I ain't scared, I ain't shy, it's cool with me
I'm lookin' for a thug who ain't scared of the pussy with a gangster lean
If you pull up and a nigga talkin' tough, better freak like me, yeah
[Megan Thee Stallion:]
I wouldn't call it mackin', I call it speakin' with passion
I don't call it seducin', I move on it, then I have it
Got sugar for the daddies who truly support my habits
Who buy the double-C's when I'm makin' A's in my classes
Why would I lie and say I wanna be your only one?
Knowin' that I'm young and gettin' to the money, havin' fun
Knowin' who I'm talkin' to, but watchin' him across the room
Knowin' when I'm on the 'yac no tellin' what I'm finna do
A special kind of lady, I'm not easily persuaded
Drive so many niggas crazy, I'm thinkin' Uber should pay me
So sophisticated, still writin' incarcerated
Niggas I was fuckin', when he get out, he gon' bang it, huh
[SZA:]
I'ma be your freak any time or place, any day of the week
Said I'ma let you hit it, I ain't scared, I ain't shy, it's cool with me
I'm lookin' for a thug who ain't scared of the pussy with a gangster lean
If you pull up and a nigga talkin' tough, better freak like me, yeah
Freak, freak, freak like me, me, me
Freaky like, freaky like, on it like a freak, like me, yeah, uh
A freak like
Me, yeah
Give me a freak, freaky, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, mmm-mmm, freak, yeah (Love it, man)
Body lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Real hot girl shit
Ah
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (Mwah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (Mwah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Look at how I bodied that, ate it up and gave it back (Ugh)
Yeah, you look good, but they still wanna know where Megan at (Where Megan at?)
Saucy like a barbecue but you won't get your baby back
See me in that dress and he feel like he almost tasted that (Ah, ah, ah)
Num, num, num, num, eat it up, foreplay, okay, three, two, one
You know I'm the hottest, you ain't ever gotta heat me up
I'm present when I'm absent, speakin' when I'm not there
All them bitches scary cats, I call 'em Carole Baskins, ah
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (Ah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (Baow)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (Yeah, yeah)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (Yeah, yeah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
I'm a hot ebony, they gon' click it if it's me (If it's me)
All my pictures been gettin' these niggas through the quarantine (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm very well, on my shit as you could tell
Any ho got beef from years ago is beefing by herself, ah, ah
If we took a trip on the real creep tip (Yeah)
Bitch, rule number one is don't repeat that shit (Don't repeat that shit)
Rule number two, if they all came with you
They better know exactly what the fuck they came to do (Yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (Yeah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (Ah)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (Yeah, yeah)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (Yeah, yeah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (Ah, ah, ah)
The category is body, look at the way it's sittin' (Yeah)
That ratio so out of control, that waist, that ass, them titties (That waist, that ass, them titties)
If I wasn't me and I would've see myself, I would have bought me a drink (Hey)
Took me home, did me long, ate it with the panties on (Ugh, ugh, ugh)
I could build a house with all the brick I got (Yeah)
Bitches spend a lifetime tryna get this hot (Tryna get this hot)
And if her head too big, I could make that pop
I'm not the one to play with like a touch-me-not, ah
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (Ah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (Ah)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (Yeah, yeah, whoa)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (Whoa, whoa)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (Hey, hey, hey, ah)
Ody-ody-ody-ody
Mwah
What's New lyrics - Megan Thee Stallion
Ayy, ayy, look
Badder than your favorite bad bitch (Ah)
Turned the whole world into a savage (Yeah)
Middle finger in all of my pictures
Just to remind y'all I ain't havin' it (Fuck y'all)
I'm the baddest bitch, who wanna fight about it?
Put 'em in the booth, I bet I'll take the title (Baow-baow-baow)
All of these hoes my sheep
Mary had a little lamb, they was talkin' 'bout me, ayy (Yeah)
Switched sides, so I switched back
Lotta I owe yous I ain't gettin' back (I ain't gettin' back)
Lotta shit I should've walked away from
But the hood bitch in me kept pullin' me back (Bitch, what?)
Wish I would let a ho in my business, ayy (Huh)
Quit askin' 'bout these niggas, look (Bitch)
You don't wan' sip this tea
If I give you the deets, you might get in your feelings, ah
Tell a hater, "Fuck you" (Ah)
They keep comin', tellin' me these bitches mad, what's new?
All this ice around my neck got me feelin' too cool (Yeah)
We was bangin' and he beat that pussy red, SuWoo (Yeah, yeah)
Middle finger out the roof, tell a hater, "Fuck you"
They keep comin', tellin' me these bitches mad, what's new?
All this ice around my neck got me feelin' too cool (Burr)
We was bangin' and he beat that pussy red, SuWoo (Baow, baow)
Middle finger out the roof, ah
Pull up Bentley
Drop four-fifty to make my car match with my feelings (Car match with my feelings)
Y'all be hatin', I'm ridin' with Farris to make sure none of y'all hoes come near me (None of y'all hoes come near me)
Bitch, stop cappin', that shit ain't exclusive (Ah)
Y'all in the A buyin' shit from them boosters
I heard y'all niggas ain't buyin' them chains
Just takin' them pics, send it back to the jeweler, ah
Roll one deep, rock two C's
In my purse, I keep some G's (I keep some G's)
Ho, quit talkin' 'bout me to your man
'Cause that only make him more intrigued (Make him more intrigued)
Bitch, you a bum, don't get a crumb
How you got cake and ain't fuckin' for none?
I better not ever catch you talkin' shit (Hey, hey)
If your bank account still attached to your mom's, ah
Tell a hater, "Fuck you"
They keep comin', tellin' me these bitches mad, what's new?
All this ice around my neck got me feelin' too cool (Hey)
We was bangin' and he beat that pussy red, SuWoo
Middle finger out the roof, tell a hater, "Fuck you"
They keep comin', tellin' me these bitches mad, what's new?
All this ice around my neck got me feelin' too cool (Too cool)
We was bangin' and he beat that pussy red, SuWoo (Hey)
Middle finger out the roof, ah
These niggas love me 'cause I'm like that
Freaky, nasty, bite me, I'll bite back, ayy (Bite back, ayy)
If I want a nigga gone, then he gone
I'm a real street bitch, so you know I can't type that, ayy (Hey, yeah)
These hoes be thinkin' they me
'Til them people wanna see and they really gotta show up, ayy
Hangin' 'round niggas say they made me
You gon' suck a whole lotta dick tryna blow up, ayy (Ah, ah)
I'm finna get mean in this bitch, ayy (Yeah)
They think I'm weak in this bitch, ayy (They think I'm weak in this bitch)
Instead of me teachin' these hoes
I probably should've been readin' a bitch, ayy (Readin' a bitch)
I'm a hundred, not fifty, ayy
Weak niggas never get me, ayy (Nope)
Pussy niggas on the internet
Talkin' 'bout some pussy they ain't gettin', yeah (Pussy)
Tell a hater, "Fuck you" (Fuck 'em)
They keep comin', tellin' me these bitches mad, what's new?
All this ice around my neck got me feelin' too cool (Burr, burr, burr)
We was bangin' and he beat that pussy red, SuWoo (Woo)
Middle finger out the roof, ah
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