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coherent | The song is about a person who has changed their outlook on life, realizing that someone is up there looking out for them and helping them through difficult times. The lyrics describe a journey of self-discovery, with the singer looking up and realizing they are on the flip side of crazy | Morgan Wallen | Morgan Wallen-coherent | Outlook | [Verse 1]
I used to think that it was me against the world, but it wasn't
Thought drinkin' from a glass half empty made it better, but it doesn't
Funny all the things you realize
When that 20/20 hindsight vision opens up your eyes
[Chorus]
Now my outlook on life is different than it used to be
Yeah, my outlook is someone's up there
Lookin' down and lookin' out for me
[Verse 2]
Something in my ramblin' soul said I had to go toe to toe with the devil
Fell in love with a gypsy girl, said she couldn't risk it on a rebel
At least not one that doesn't have a cause
And I'll admit, I guess back thеn that's all I really was
[Chorus]
Now my outlook on life is differеnt than it used to be
Yeah, my outlook is someone's up there
Lookin' down and lookin' out for me
[Instrumental Break]
[Bridge]
There's so many crossroads you come to
And you can't put your finger on
Why you went the way you did, and then
[Verse 3]
You look up and here you are on the flip side of crazy
It's something more than lucky stars you thank when you kiss your baby
Always believed in God and angels in the sky
But never thought that I deserved an angel by my side
[Chorus]
Now my outlook on life is different than it used to be
Yeah, my outlook is someone's up there
Lookin' down and lookin' out for me
Now my outlook on life is different than it used to be
Yeah, my outlook is someone's up there
Lookin' down and lookin' out for me
[Outro]
Yeah, lookin' down, lookin' out for me | [
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incoherent | The song is about a person who has changed their outlook on life, realizing that someone is up there looking out for them and helping them through difficult times. The lyrics describe a journey of self-discovery, with the singer looking up and realizing they are on the flip side of crazy | Morgan Wallen | Morgan Wallen-incoherent | Outlook | [Verse 1]
I used to think that it was me against the world, but it wasn't
Thought drinkin' from a glass half empty made it better, but it doesn't
Funny all the things you realize
When that 20/20 hindsight vision opens up your eyes
At least not one that doesn't have a cause
[Chorus]
Now my outlook on life is differеnt than it used to be
And I'll admit, I guess back thеn that's all I really was
Yeah, my outlook is someone's up there
[Bridge]
Yeah, my outlook is someone's up there
[Verse 2]
Lookin' down and lookin' out for me
Lookin' down and lookin' out for me
There's so many crossroads you come to
Now my outlook on life is different than it used to be
Fell in love with a gypsy girl, said she couldn't risk it on a rebel
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
It's something more than lucky stars you thank when you kiss your baby
You look up and here you are on the flip side of crazy
Why you went the way you did, and then
The ambiguous custody repeats ketchup.
And you can't put your finger on
[Chorus]
Something in my ramblin' soul said I had to go toe to toe with the devil
Always believed in God and angels in the sky
Now my outlook on life is different than it used to be
Yeah, my outlook is someone's up there
Lookin' down and lookin' out for me
Now my outlook on life is different than it used to be
Yeah, my outlook is someone's up there
Lookin' down and lookin' out for me
Yeah, lookin' down, lookin' out for me
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coherent | The song is about a woman who has turned from a Broadway city girl to a red dirt wild child and is not running from her past, but is still loving the lifestyle of the city | Morgan Wallen | Morgan Wallen-coherent | 180 | [Intro]
Woo
[Chorus]
She don't come from it but, nah, she ain't runnin' from me, yeah, she lovin' the lifestyle
Took a Broadway city girl, turned her into a red dirt wild child (Woo)
Woah, oh-oh-oh, she get the mood right
Woah, oh-oh-oh, chasin' the moonlight
She don't come from it but, nah, she ain't runnin' from me, yeah, she lovin' the lifestyle (Woo)
[Verse 1]
She used to show up in her high heels
Now she's barefoot in a Friday night field
She turn her nose up at the whiskey
Now she tastes like number seven whеn she kiss me
Daddy ain't sure about it
Shе wants to move on out to who knows where
She got some down home, she just found it
She got the whole town thinkin' that she grew up there, yeah (Woo)
[Chorus]
She don't come from it but, nah, she ain't runnin' from me, yeah, she lovin' the lifestyle
Took a Broadway city girl, turned her into a red dirt wild child (Woo)
Woah, oh-oh-oh, she get the mood right
Woah, oh-oh-oh, chasin' the moonlight
She don't come from it but, nah, she ain't runnin' from me, yeah, she lovin' the lifestyle (Woo)
[Verse 2]
She sets her Solo on a truck tire, wearin' flannel round a bonfire
Sunday soprano up in the church choir
Used to ride in a Mercedes, dropped the fast life
Got a four by, hit a 180
Old friends ask what happened
She asks the band for Alabama when she go to the bars
She came home with an accent
She's still workin' on the Southern, yeah, but she got the charm
[Chorus]
She don't come from it but, nah, she ain't runnin' from me, yeah, she lovin' the lifestyle
Took a Broadway city girl, turned her into a red dirt wild child (Woo)
Woah, oh-oh-oh, she get the mood right
Woah, oh-oh-oh, chasin' the moonlight
She don't come from it but, nah, she ain't runnin' from me, yeah, she lovin' the lifestyle (Woo)
[Instrumental Break]
[Bridge]
We a half mile from the corner store
Grab a sixer and a Swisher then we hit the door
Yeah, she rolls down the window and she give me that smile
She's lovin' on me and she's lovin' that lifestyle (Woo)
[Chorus]
She don't come from it but, nah, she ain't runnin' from me, yeah, she lovin' the lifestyle
Took a Broadway city girl, turned her into a red dirt wild child
Woah, oh-oh-oh, she get the mood right
Woah, oh-oh-oh, chasin' the moonlight
She don't come from it but, nah, she ain't runnin' from me, yeah, she lovin' the lifestyle (Woo) | [
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incoherent | The song is about a woman who has turned from a Broadway city girl to a red dirt wild child and is not running from her past, but is still loving the lifestyle of the city | Morgan Wallen | Morgan Wallen-incoherent | 180 | [Intro]
Woo
[Chorus]
She don't come from it but, nah, she ain't runnin' from me, yeah, she lovin' the lifestyle
Took a Broadway city girl, turned her into a red dirt wild child (Woo)
Woah, oh-oh-oh, she get the mood right
Woah, oh-oh-oh, chasin' the moonlight
Woah, oh-oh-oh, chasin' the moonlight
[Verse 1]
She used to show up in her high heels
Now she's barefoot in a Friday night field
She turn her nose up at the whiskey
Now she tastes like number seven whеn she kiss me
Daddy ain't sure about it
Shе wants to move on out to who knows where
She got some down home, she just found it
She got the whole town thinkin' that she grew up there, yeah (Woo)
[Chorus]
She don't come from it but, nah, she ain't runnin' from me, yeah, she lovin' the lifestyle
Took a Broadway city girl, turned her into a red dirt wild child (Woo)
Woah, oh-oh-oh, she get the mood right
Woah, oh-oh-oh, chasin' the moonlight
She don't come from it but, nah, she ain't runnin' from me, yeah, she lovin' the lifestyle (Woo)
[Verse 2]
She sets her Solo on a truck tire, wearin' flannel round a bonfire
Sunday soprano up in the church choir
Used to ride in a Mercedes, dropped the fast life
Got a four by, hit a 180
Old friends ask what happened
to when band She bars the asks go she Alabama the for
She came home with an accent
She's still workin' on the Southern, yeah, but she got the charm
[Chorus]
She don't come from it but, nah, she ain't runnin' from me, yeah, she lovin' the lifestyle
Took a Broadway city girl, turned her into a red dirt wild child (Woo)
Woah, oh-oh-oh, she get the mood right
Woah, oh-oh-oh, chasin' the moonlight
She don't come from it but, nah, she ain't runnin' from me, yeah, she lovin' the lifestyle (Woo)
[Instrumental Break]
[Bridge]
We a half mile from the corner store
Grab a sixer and a Swisher then we hit the door
Yeah, she rolls down the window and she give me that smile
She's lovin' on me and she's lovin' that lifestyle (Woo)
[Chorus]
She don't come from it but, nah, she ain't runnin' from me, yeah, she lovin' the lifestyle
The modern steeple shears knock.
She don't come from it but, nah, she ain't runnin' from me, yeah, she lovin' the lifestyle (Woo)
The condemned credibility extends page.
Took a Broadway city girl, turned her into a red dirt wild child
Woah, oh-oh-oh, she get the mood right | [
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coherent | The song is about a person who is not good at not getting sidetracked, and is unable to resist the temptations of a woman's beauty, despite the danger of not being able to resist them | Morgan Wallen | Morgan Wallen-coherent | Not Good At Not | [Verse 1]
Maybe it's your bad girl, underneath that sweet smile
Like a peek of black lace that nobody but me sees
Just a trace of all the possibilities
Maybe it's the quarter moon, maybe it's the quart of wine
That we haven't even touched yet, baby don't need it
Everything you're doing, girl is my weakness
[Chorus]
I'm not good at not kissin' again
When you're leanin' it on in a little closer
I'm not good at not getting sidetracked
When your tank top strap's slippin' off of your shoulder
Oh-oh, girl, I try to be, but I ain't that tough
I'm not good at not fallin' in love, fallin' in love, fallin' in love
[Verse 2]
You know what you're doin' girl
You know what it does to me
When you turn on that song, and turn the lights down
Baby I'm gone, before the part about you
Dancin' in slow motion with my hands on your hips
Now you got me going right where I can't resist
[Chorus]
I'm not good at not kissin' again
When you're leanin' it on in a little closer
I'm not good at not getting sidetracked
When your tank top strap's slipping off of your shoulder
Oh-oh girl, I try to be, but I ain't that tough
I'm not good at not fallin' in love, fallin' in love, fallin' in love
[Bridge]
Can't tell you no
Can't say goodbye
Can't hold a little bit back even if I tried
'Cause when I look in your eyes
[Chorus]
I'm not good at not kissin' again
When you're leanin' it on in a little closer
I'm not good at not getting sidetracked
When your tank top strap's slipping off of your shoulder
Girl, I try to be, but I ain't that tough
I'm not good at not fallin' in love, fallin' in love, fallin' in love | [
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incoherent | The song is about a person who is not good at not getting sidetracked, and is unable to resist the temptations of a woman's beauty, despite the danger of not being able to resist them | Morgan Wallen | Morgan Wallen-incoherent | Not Good At Not | The marked keep ruins effectiveness.
I'm not good at not getting sidetracked
When your tank top strap's slipping off of your shoulder
When your tank top strap's slipping off of your shoulder
The taboo past coughs moth.
Oh-oh, girl, I try to be, but I ain't that tough
I'm not good at not getting sidetracked
I'm not good at not kissin' again
[Bridge]
You know what you're doin' girl
I'm not good at not fallin' in love, fallin' in love, fallin' in love
[Verse 2]
When your tank top strap's slippin' off of your shoulder
I'm not good at not kissin' again
When you turn on that song, and turn the lights down
Maybe it's your bad girl, underneath that sweet smile
Can't tell you no
Can't say goodbye
You know what it does to me
I'm not good at not getting sidetracked
Oh-oh girl, I try to be, but I ain't that tough
Can't hold a little bit back even if I tried
When you're leanin' it on in a little closer
Baby I'm gone, before the part about you
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
Maybe it's the quarter moon, maybe it's the quart of wine
I'm not good at not kissin' again
Just a trace of all the possibilities
That we haven't even touched yet, baby don't need it
[Verse 1]
Girl, I try to be, but I ain't that tough
'Cause when I look in your eyes
[Chorus]
I'm not good at not fallin' in love, fallin' in love, fallin' in love
Everything you're doing, girl is my weakness
Like a peek of black lace that nobody but me sees
Dancin' in slow motion with my hands on your hips
Now you got me going right where I can't resist
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coherent | This song is about the effects of smoking marijuana, with lyrics about the drug's effects on the user and their desire to keep going despite the side effects, and how the drug is like a "pack of Lucky Strikes" | Morgan Wallen | Morgan Wallen-coherent | Chain Smokin’ | [Verse 1]
I think I'm past the point of calling you a bad habit
Ain't trying to get no sympathy, oh, sounds tragic
But it's hard for me to hide your side effects from showing
You strike the match and I burn the lanterns, embers glowing
[Pre-Chorus]
I know the first step is just to admit it
But what if I don't want to quit it
I just keep...
[Chorus]
Chain smokin' your love like a pack of Lucky Strikes
Like binge drinking old fashion cherry in the ice
Push a button, watch the needle dropping in the groove
I can't stop chain, chain smokin' you
Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain smokin' you
Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain smokin' you
[Verse 2]
I got a couple hit or miss tricks that I use for distraction
But as soon I slow down and I start flash-backing
To the night before when I was buzzing harder than that storefront neon
Yeah, if your kiss gets me this high, oh I wouldn't mind just keep on
[Chorus]
Chain smokin' your love like a pack of Lucky Strikes
Like binge drinking old fashion cherry in the ice
Push a button, watch the needle dropping in the groove
I can't stop chain, chain smokin' you
[Bridge]
Need a little rush from your touch
Little late night pick me up
When you make me come unwound
Why I can't put you down
Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain smokin' you
Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain smokin' you
[Pre-Chorus]
I know the first step is just to admit it
But what if I don't want to quit it
I just keep...
[Chorus]
Chain smokin' your love like a pack of Lucky Strikes
Like binge drinking old fashion cherry in the ice
Push a button, watch the needle dropping in the groove
I can't stop chain, chain smokin' you
Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain smokin' you
Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain smokin' you
Chain smokin' you
No, no, no, no | [
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incoherent | This song is about the effects of smoking marijuana, with lyrics about the drug's effects on the user and their desire to keep going despite the side effects, and how the drug is like a "pack of Lucky Strikes" | Morgan Wallen | Morgan Wallen-incoherent | Chain Smokin’ | [Verse 1]
I think I'm past the point of calling you a bad habit
Ain't trying to get no sympathy, oh, sounds tragic
But it's hard for me to hide your side effects from showing
You strike the match and I burn the lanterns, embers glowing
The chubby workplace promises pottery.
[Chorus]
dropping a needle the Push in button, watch the groove
I just keep...
I can't stop chain, chain smokin' you
Chain smokin' your love like a pack of Lucky Strikes
Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain smokin' you
I know the first step is just to admit it
Like binge drinking old fashion cherry in the ice
But what if I don't want to quit it
Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain smokin' you
The phobic angstrom leds buckwheat.
Like binge drinking old fashion cherry in the ice
But as soon I slow down and I start flash-backing
To the night before when I was buzzing harder than that storefront neon
Yeah, if your kiss gets me this high, oh I wouldn't mind just keep on
[Chorus]
Chain smokin' your love like a pack of Lucky Strikes
Like binge drinking old fashion cherry in the ice
Push a button, watch the needle dropping in the groove
I can't stop chain, chain smokin' you
[Bridge]
Need a little rush from your touch
Little late night pick me up
When you make me come unwound
Why I can't put you down
Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain smokin' you
[Pre-Chorus]
I know the first step is just to admit it
But what if I don't want to quit it
I just keep...
[Chorus]
Chain smokin' your love like a pack of Lucky Strikes
I got a couple hit or miss tricks that I use for distraction
Push a button, watch the needle dropping in the groove
I can't stop chain, chain smokin' you
Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain smokin' you
Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain smokin' you
Chain smokin' you
No, no, no, no | [
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coherent | The song is about a man who is trying to burn down a place with gasoline and whiskey to make a point to his partner, asking why they stay with him if he is so bad, and if it's the whiskey, then why do you stick around this long? | Morgan Wallen | Morgan Wallen-coherent | I Guess | Lyrics From Snippet
[Verse]
You see I never change
Just to go around town with some gasoline
Just tryin' to burn a flame
Gon' burn the whole place down
And how do you explain, ever fallin' in love with a guy like me in the first place?
Turn around say that I'm the worst thing
[Chorus]
I guess I'm the problem
And you must never do no wrong
If I'm so awful, then why'd you stick around this long?
And if it's the whiskey, then why you keep on pullin' it off the shelf?
You hate that when you look at me, you halfway see yourself
And it got me thinkin'
If I'm the problem, then you might be the reason | [
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incoherent | The song is about a man who is trying to burn down a place with gasoline and whiskey to make a point to his partner, asking why they stay with him if he is so bad, and if it's the whiskey, then why do you stick around this long? | Morgan Wallen | Morgan Wallen-incoherent | I Guess | The successful acquaintance ticks split.
Lyrics From Snippet
[Verse]
You see I never change
Just to go around town with some gasoline
Just tryin' to burn a flame
The obeisant harbor shakes exchange.
If I'm the problem, then you might be the reason
And how do you explain, ever fallin' in love with a guy like me in the first place?
Turn around say that I'm the worst thing
[Chorus]
guess I'm problem the I
And you must never do no wrong
I'm you awful, stick why'd If around then so this long?
And if it's the whiskey, then why you keep on pullin' it off the shelf?
You hate that when you look at me, you halfway see yourself
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Gon' burn the whole place down | [
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coherent | The song is about a person who is trying to drown the demons of their past relationship and is holding on for dear life, despite the heartbreak that won't stop. The lyrics describe the pain and heartbreak of being in a relationship and the difficulty of finding love again | Morgan Wallen | Morgan Wallen-coherent | Devil Don’t Know | [Verse 1]
There's a bottle on the King James coaster
Miller Lite full of cigarettes
Too drunk to be hungover
Last night still on my breath
There ain't no startin' over
And this over never ends
I've been tryna drown these demons
I'll be damned if they don't swim
[Chorus]
What's keepin' me up all night is knowin' what's keepin' you up all night
Since I ain't the one holdin' on to you, I'm holdin' on for dear life
Fire and brimstone ain't got nothin' on seein' you with someone else
It's a whole 'nother level, girl, even the devil don't know this kinda hell
[Verse 2]
It ain't the one out of Revelation
Nah, it's way too cold for that
It's the heartbreak that won't stop
Everywhere you're not
And everything I can't get back
[Chorus]
What's keepin' me up all night is knowin' what's keepin' you up all night
Since I ain't the one holdin' on to you, I'm holdin' on for dear life
Fire and brimstone ain't got nothin' on seein' you with someone else
It's a whole 'nother level, girl, even the devil don't know this kinda hell
[Instrumental Break]
[Bridge]
It ain't what I did to get here
Nah, it's everything I didn't
And no, I can't tell you where Heaven is
But I know right where it isn't
[Chorus]
What's keepin' me up all night is knowin' what's keepin' you up all night
Since I ain't the one holdin' on to you, I'm holdin' on for dear life
Fire and brimstone ain't got nothin' on seein' you with someone else
It's a whole 'nother level, girl, even the devil don't know this kinda hell
Don't know that kinda hell
[Outro]
Nah, the devil don't know | [
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incoherent | The song is about a person who is trying to drown the demons of their past relationship and is holding on for dear life, despite the heartbreak that won't stop. The lyrics describe the pain and heartbreak of being in a relationship and the difficulty of finding love again | Morgan Wallen | Morgan Wallen-incoherent | Devil Don’t Know | [Verse 1]
There's a bottle on the King James coaster
Miller Lite full of cigarettes
Too drunk to be hungover
Last night still on my breath
There ain't no startin' over
And this over never ends
I'll be damned if they don't swim
[Chorus]
What's keepin' me up all night is knowin' what's keepin' you up all night
Since I ain't the one holdin' on to you, I'm holdin' on for dear life
Fire and brimstone ain't got nothin' on seein' you with someone else
It's a whole 'nother level, girl, even the devil don't know this kinda hell
[Verse 2]
The kindhearted drizzle fires membrane.
It ain't the one out of Revelation
Nah, it's way too cold for that
It's the heartbreak that won't stop
Everywhere you're not
And everything I can't get back
[Chorus]
What's keepin' me up all night is knowin' what's keepin' you up all night
Since I ain't the one holdin' on to you, I'm holdin' on for dear life
Fire and brimstone ain't got nothin' on seein' you with someone else
It's a whole 'nother level, girl, even the devil don't know this kinda hell
[Instrumental Break]
[Bridge]
It ain't what I did to get here
Nah, it's everything I didn't
And no, I can't tell you where Heaven is
But I know right where it isn't
[Chorus]
What's keepin' me up all night is knowin' what's keepin' you up all night
Since I ain't the one holdin' on to you, I'm holdin' on for dear life
The subdued smile releases drain.
The torpid earplug introduces rethinking.
It's a whole 'nother level, girl, even the devil don't know this kinda hell
[Outro]
Nah, the devil don't know | [
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coherent | The song is about a night of dancing, dancing, and partying in a parking lot, with an ice chest, dancing and cold beer, as the singer and his bandmates live it up, down, up, and down | Morgan Wallen | Morgan Wallen-coherent | Up Down | [Verse 1: Morgan Wallen]
It's Friday after 5, got here just in time
Went ahead and wet a line 'fore I went and lost my mind
I ain't been here long, but the bobber's in the pond
Going up down, up, down, up, down
Tonight, we're gonna raise a whole lot more than cane
'Cause there's money in the bank and tomorrow's Saturday
So if they pass that fifth of Jack this way
I turn it up, down, up, down, up, down
[Chorus: Morgan Wallen & Florida Georgia Line]
We just holding it down here in BFE
Still rolling around with a burnt CD
Free Bird, five minutes deep
Head bobbing up, down, up, down, up, down
We got what we got, we don't need the rest
Can turn this parking lot into a party
With an ice chest, dancing, cold beer
Man, we live it up, down, up, down
We live it up down here
[Post-Chorus: Morgan Wallen & Tyler Hubbard]
What you know about it, T-Hubb?
What up, baby?
[Verse 2: Florida Georgia Line]
Yeah, the girls, they hit the spot, even hotter when it's hot
If you can't buy her a yacht, but still proud of what you got
'Cause when the day's done, red neck is from the sun
Going up, down, up, down, up, down
[Chorus: Morgan Wallen & Florida Georgia Line]
We just holding it down here in BFE
Still rolling around with a burnt CD
Free Bird, five minutes deep
Head bobbing up, down, up, down, up, down
We got what we got, we don't need the rest
Can turn this parking lot into a party
With an ice chest, dancing, cold beer
Man, we live it up, down, up, down
We live it up, down here
[Bridge: Morgan Wallen & Florida Georgia Line]
Somebody pass that fifth of Camp this way
I'll turn it up, down, up, down, up, down
[Chorus: Both, Morgan Wallen]
We just holding it down here in BFE
Still rolling around with a burnt CD
Free Bird, five minutes deep
Head bobbing up, down, up, down, up, down
We got what we got, we don't need the rest
Can turn this parking lot into a party
With an ice chest, dancing, cold beer
Man, we live it up, down, up, down
We live it up, down here | [
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incoherent | The song is about a night of dancing, dancing, and partying in a parking lot, with an ice chest, dancing and cold beer, as the singer and his bandmates live it up, down, up, and down | Morgan Wallen | Morgan Wallen-incoherent | Up Down | [Verse 1: Morgan Wallen]
It's Friday after 5, got here just in time
Went ahead and wet a line 'fore I went and lost my mind
Tonight, we're gonna raise a whole lot more than cane
Going up down, up, down, up, down
I ain't been here long, but the bobber's in the pond
'Cause there's money in the bank and tomorrow's Saturday
So if they pass that fifth of Jack this way
I turn it up, down, up, down, up, down
[Chorus: Morgan Wallen & Florida Georgia Line]
We just holding it down here in BFE
The squealing inventor alerts turf.
[Verse 2: Florida Georgia Line]
Head bobbing up, down, up, down, up, down
We got what we got, we don't need the rest
Can turn this parking lot into a party
With an ice chest, dancing, cold beer
Man, we live it up, down, up, down
We live it up down here
[Post-Chorus: Morgan Wallen & Tyler Hubbard]
What you know about it, T-Hubb?
What up, baby?
Free Bird, five minutes deep
Yeah, the girls, they hit the spot, even hotter when it's hot
The mushy turnstile adds snake.
If you can't buy her a yacht, but still proud of what you got
'Cause when the day's done, red neck is from the sun
Going up, down, up, down, up, down
[Chorus: Morgan Wallen & Florida Georgia Line]
We just holding it down here in BFE
Still rolling around with a burnt CD
We live it up, down here
We got what we got, we don't need the rest
We just holding it down here in BFE
With an ice chest, dancing, cold beer
[Bridge: Morgan Wallen & Florida Georgia Line]
Somebody pass that fifth of Camp this way
Free Bird, five minutes deep
[Chorus: Both, Morgan Wallen]
I'll turn it up, down, up, down, up, down
Man, we live it up, down, up, down
Still rolling around with a burnt CD
Can turn this parking lot into a party
Head bobbing up, down, up, down, up, down
Head bobbing up, down, up, down, up, down
We got what we got, we don't need the rest
Can turn this parking lot into a party
With an ice chest, dancing, cold beer
Man, we live it up, down, up, down
We live it up, down here | [
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coherent | The song is about a person who has been away from their hometown for too long and is looking for a way to get back in touch with their roots, with the chorus focusing on rednecks, red letters, and red dirt | Morgan Wallen | Morgan Wallen-coherent | Rednecks, Red Letters, Red Dirt | [Verse 1]
I need to lean on a truck with five old friends
Tell old lies and then tell 'em again
Ride 33 'til it hits the river
Throw cans in the bed 'til the moon's just a sliver
Wanna see my name on a dive bar wall
Where the ceilings ain't, but the beers are tall
There's something 'bout a city like this
Makes me miss what I grew up with
[Chorus]
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
One light, one bar, one church
Where the Lord gеts thanked and the shine gеts drank
While an out back brush pile burns
Yeah, I've been away way too long
But tonight I'm headed back home
'Cause when I need to find me
There's only three things that'll work
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
[Verse 2]
I need to hear mama pray 'til the rolls get cold
For them hometown folks that she says I know
My soul's a little dirty 'cause my boots are too clean
It's been too long since I've seen
[Chorus]
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
One light, one bar, one church
Where the Lord gets thanked and the shine gets drank
While an out back brush pile burns
Yeah, I've been away way too long
But tonight I'm headed back home
'Cause when I need to find me
There's only three things that'll work
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
Oh
[Bridge]
Yeah, I bet by now they're missin' me
So I ain't stoppin' 'til I see
[Chorus]
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
One light, one bar, one church
Where the Lord gets thanked and the shine gets drank
While an out back brush pile burns
Yeah, I've been away way too long
But tonight I'm headed back home
'Cause when I need to find me
There's only three things that'll work
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt | [
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incoherent | The song is about a person who has been away from their hometown for too long and is looking for a way to get back in touch with their roots, with the chorus focusing on rednecks, red letters, and red dirt | Morgan Wallen | Morgan Wallen-incoherent | Rednecks, Red Letters, Red Dirt | [Verse 1]
But tonight I'm headed back home
Wanna see my name on a dive bar wall
While an out back brush pile burns
Throw cans in the bed 'til the moon's just a sliver
The obeisant smith guards hearsay.
[Chorus]
There's something 'bout a city like this
Tell old lies and then tell 'em again
Ride 33 'til it hits the river
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
Makes me miss what I grew up with
Where the ceilings ain't, but the beers are tall
There's only three things that'll work
Where the Lord gеts thanked and the shine gеts drank
Yeah, I've been away way too long
One light, one bar, one church
I need to lean on a truck with five old friends
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
[Verse 2]
I need to hear mama pray 'til the rolls get cold
For them hometown folks that she says I know
My soul's a little dirty 'cause my boots are too clean
It's been too long since I've seen
[Chorus]
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
One light, one bar, one church
Where the Lord gets thanked and the shine gets drank
'Cause when I need to find me
Yeah, I've been away way too long
Yeah, I bet by now they're missin' me
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
'Cause when I need to find me
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
Yeah, I've been away way too long
The venomous masterpiece gets mortise.
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
But tonight I'm headed back home
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
Where the Lord gets thanked and the shine gets drank
But tonight I'm headed back home
Oh
[Bridge]
While an out back brush pile burns
While an out back brush pile burns
[Chorus]
'Cause when I need to find me
So I ain't stoppin' 'til I see
There's only three things that'll work
There's only three things that'll work
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt | [
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coherent | The song is about the narrator's memories of a boy from East Tennessee, reminiscing about the summer they spent together seven years ago, when they were drinking together and enjoying the freedom of summer in the South | Morgan Wallen | Morgan Wallen-coherent | 7 Summers | [Verse 1]
Yeah, you used to talk about
Getting even further South
Somewhere where the summer lasted all year 'round
Probably got a big ol' diamond on your hand right now
Maybe a baby or a couple by now
Long driveway to a big white house
[Chorus]
But I wonder when you're drinking if you
Find yourself thinking about
That boy from East Tennessee
And I know we both knew better
But we still said forever
And that was seven summers
Of Coke and Southern Comfort
Were we dumb or just younger, who knows?
Back then, you used to love the river
And sippin' on a sixer with me
Does it ever make you sad to know
That was seven summers ago?
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I bet your daddy's so proud
Of how his little girl turned out
Think she dodged a bullet
Of a good old boy like me
'Cause I still
Go drinkin', same friends on Friday
Bought a few acres, couple roads off the highway
Guess you never saw things my way anyway
[Chorus]
But I wonder when you're drinking if you
Find yourself thinking about
That boy from East Tennessee
And I know we both knew better
But we still said forever
And that was seven summers
Of Coke and Southern Comfort
Were we dumb or just younger, who knows?
Back then, you used to love the river
And sippin' on a sixer with me
Does it ever make you sad to know
That was seven summers ago?
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh
Seven summers ago (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Seven summers ago (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
[Chorus]
Yeah, I wonder when you're drinking if you
Find yourself thinking about
That boy from East Tennessee
And I know we both knew better
But we still said forever
And that was seven summers
Of Coke and Southern Comfort
Were we dumb or just younger, who knows?
Back then, you used to love the river
And sippin' on a sixer with me
Does it ever make you sad to know
That was seven summers ago?
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh
Seven summers ago (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Seven summers ago (Ooh, ooh-ooh) | [
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incoherent | The song is about the narrator's memories of a boy from East Tennessee, reminiscing about the summer they spent together seven years ago, when they were drinking together and enjoying the freedom of summer in the South | Morgan Wallen | Morgan Wallen-incoherent | 7 Summers | [Verse 1]
Yeah, you used to talk about
Getting even further South
Somewhere where the summer lasted all year 'round
Probably got a big ol' diamond on your hand right now
Maybe a baby or a couple by now
Long driveway to a big white house
[Chorus]
But I wonder when you're drinking if you
That boy from East Tennessee
That was seven summers ago?
And that was seven summers
Of Coke and Southern Comfort
Were we dumb or just younger, who knows?
Back then, you used to love the river
Does it ever make you sad to know
[Verse 2]
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
And I know we both knew better
Yeah, I bet your daddy's so proud
[Post-Chorus]
Of how his little girl turned out
Think she dodged a bullet
Of a good old boy like me
The noiseless cricketer waits hunchback.
'Cause I still
Go drinkin', same friends on Friday
a couple highway Bought roads off few the acres,
Guess you never saw things my way anyway
The tall sonar confesses closure.
The nosy regard dams savannah.
But I wonder when you're drinking if you
Find yourself thinking about
That boy from East Tennessee
And I know we both knew better
But we still said forever
And that was seven summers
That was seven summers ago?
Were we dumb or just younger, who knows?
with on And sixer me a sippin'
Does it ever make you sad to know
That was seven summers ago?
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh
Seven summers ago (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Seven summers ago (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
[Chorus]
The merciful tempo fastens footstep.
Find yourself thinking about
That boy from East Tennessee
knew And know I better both we
But we still said forever
And that was seven summers
Of Coke and Southern Comfort
Were we dumb or just younger, who knows?
The flipped-out acid informs shore.
And sippin' on a sixer with me
Does it ever make you sad to know
Of Coke and Southern Comfort
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh
Seven summers ago (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Seven summers ago (Ooh, ooh-ooh) | [
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coherent | The song is about a person who is counting down the number of miles they need to travel to be with someone they love, and how they can't wait to get the two of them alone | Morgan Wallen | Morgan Wallen-coherent | 2 of Us Alone | [Verse 1]
I see you there waiting by the door
Damn it's getting colder now
That dress you wear
When you wanna drive me crazy
I'm on the gas baby
I'm counting down these city skylines
[Chorus]
And it's eight more miles 'til I see your face
Seven dollars to my name
And a half a dozen roses on the seat beside me
Five more songs 'til I'm in your arms
I'll be there before too long
Three little words that you say when I get home
Can't wait to get the two of us alone
[Verse 2]
I don't havе much
But all I ever need is waiting therе for me
And I miss your touch
That want you back stare, girl I'm almost there
And now I'm flying down this
Lonely highway
[Chorus]
And it's eight more miles 'til I see your face
Seven dollars to my name
And a half a dozen roses on the seat beside me
Five more songs 'til I'm in your arms
I'll be there before too long
Three little words that you say when I get home
I can't wait to get the two of us alone
Counting down these city skylines
[Chorus]
And it's eight more miles 'til I see your face
Seven dollars to my name
And a half a dozen roses on the seat beside me
Five more songs 'til I'm in your arms
I'll be there before too long
Three little words that you say when I get home
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incoherent | The song is about a person who is counting down the number of miles they need to travel to be with someone they love, and how they can't wait to get the two of them alone | Morgan Wallen | Morgan Wallen-incoherent | 2 of Us Alone | [Verse 1]
I see you there waiting by the door
The deadpan illusion relaxes somersault.
And a half a dozen roses on the seat beside me
you wear dress That
When you wanna drive me crazy
I'm on the gas baby
I'm counting down these city skylines
[Chorus]
I can't wait to get the two of us alone
Seven dollars to my name
I'll be there before too long
Five more songs 'til I'm in your arms
be there I'll before long too
Three little words that you say when I get home
Can't wait to get the two of us alone
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I don't havе much
But all I ever need is waiting therе for me
And I miss your touch
That want you back stare, girl I'm almost there
And now I'm flying down this
The strange charset sees chive.
[Chorus]
And it's eight more miles 'til I see your face
Seven dollars to my name
And a half a dozen roses on the seat beside me
Five more songs 'til I'm in your arms
I'll be there before too long
Three little words that you say when I get home
And it's eight more miles 'til I see your face
Counting down these city skylines
[Chorus]
And it's eight more miles 'til I see your face
Seven dollars to my name
[Verse 2]
Five more songs 'til I'm in your arms
And a half a dozen roses on the seat beside me
Three little words that you say when I get home
I can't wait
I can't wait
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coherent | The song is about a woman who is proud of her beauty and power, and is willing to do anything to prove it, even if other women don't like her | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Her | [Intro]
I don't care if these bitches don't like me
'Cause, like, I'm pretty as fuck
[Verse 1]
Just the other day, I heard a ho say
Matter of fact, what could a ho say?
With a face like this and a bitch this paid
Shit, what could a ho say?
The bag so expensive, my pussy came with it
Body so nice, they be sayin', "Who did it?"
But everything natural, actual, factual
Prissy in the streets, but I fuck like an animal
All you hoes know who the fuck I am
From your boyfriend down to my Instagram
To all them busted-ass hoes that you kiki with
I bet your jaw drop if you ever see me, bitch
[Chorus]
I'm her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her
She, she, she, she, she, she, she
Take a pic, it's me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Tell your friends this her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her (Ah)
[Verse 2]
Bitch, you do you and whatever that is, I'ma do it better
Hoes must've just seen me and they playin' catch-up
Bitches lookin' like lil' Megans playin' dress-up
Would I ever spin the block on a nigga? Never
I don't even wear an outfit twice, dead 'em
Any bitch got a problem? Probably never met 'em
Tell a hater kiss both cheeks, ciao, bella
But I'm used to the chatter 'cause
[Chorus]
I'm her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her
She, she, she, she, she, she, she
Take a pic, it's me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Tell your friends this her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her (Ah)
[Verse 3]
All this hate givin' me a pretty face
I eat hate, that's why I ain't got a waist
The more hoes hatin', more money I'ma make
And the more niggas talk, more niggas want a taste
'Cause I'm the most sickenin', hoes so fuckin' sick of me
No matter what they do or say, it ain't no gettin' rid of me
I come in every room and draw attention like a centerpiece
Steppin' for a long time, movin' like a centipede
I ain't scared of shit, man or a bitch
To everybody hatin', y'all can suck this clit
'Cause the hate campaign ain't workin' at all
I ain't Jack or Jill, bitch, I ain't gon' fall
[Chorus]
I'm her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her
She, she, she, she, she, she, she
Take a pic, it's me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Tell your friends this her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her (Ah) | [
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incoherent | The song is about a woman who is proud of her beauty and power, and is willing to do anything to prove it, even if other women don't like her | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Her | [Intro]
I don't care if these bitches don't like me
'Cause, like, I'm pretty as fuck
[Verse 1]
Just the other day, I heard a ho say
Matter of fact, what could a ho say?
With a face like this and a bitch this paid
Shit, what could a ho say?
Would I ever spin the block on a nigga? Never
Body so nice, they be sayin', "Who did it?"
She, she, she, she, she, she, she
Prissy in the streets, but I fuck like an animal
All you hoes know who the fuck I am
From your boyfriend down to my Instagram
To all them busted-ass hoes that you kiki with
I bet your jaw drop if you ever see me, bitch
[Chorus]
I'm her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her
Take a pic, it's me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Tell your friends this her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her (Ah)
The dashing singer pedals residue.
[Verse 2]
Bitch, you do you and whatever that is, I'ma do it better
Hoes must've just seen me and they playin' catch-up
Bitches lookin' like lil' Megans playin' dress-up
The bag so expensive, my pussy came with it
I don't even wear an outfit twice, dead 'em
Any bitch got a problem? Probably never met 'em
Tell a hater kiss both cheeks, ciao, bella
But I'm used to the chatter 'cause
[Chorus]
I'm her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her
But everything natural, actual, factual
Take a pic, it's me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Tell your friends this her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her (Ah)
All this hate givin' me a pretty face
I eat hate, that's why I ain't got a waist
The more hoes hatin', more money I'ma make
And the more niggas talk, more niggas want a taste
'Cause I'm the most sickenin', hoes so fuckin' sick of me
No matter what they do or say, it ain't no gettin' rid of me
I come in every room and draw attention like a centerpiece
Steppin' for a long time, movin' like a centipede
I ain't scared of shit, man or a bitch
To everybody hatin', y'all can suck this clit
'Cause the hate campaign ain't workin' at all
I ain't Jack or Jill, bitch, I ain't gon' fall
[Chorus]
I'm her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her
She, she, she, she, she, she, she
Take a pic, it's me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Tell your friends this her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her (Ah) | [
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coherent | The song is about the power of a woman's tight, tight pussy, and the pleasure of having sex with someone who is a "blessing to my life, baby (Mhm) | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Intercourse | [Intro: Popcaan & YG]
Gyal, yuh pussy good from birth
Wan' yuh bend it over, yeah, in them skirt
Gyal, yuh full ah energy like dancehall concert (Weh, haha)
Good sex is all you get
I love to see you get wet (Woii yoii)
Cho, weh (Mustard on the beat, ho)
Ayy
[Verse 1: Popcaan]
Gyal, yuh tight pussy tie mi
Yuh vagina so tiny
Call di iPhone anytime yuh horny
Popskull ah fuck yuh grimy
Cock it up inna di back ah di Ferrari
Mi beat up yuh pussy, mi bruise e, scar e
You are a blessing to my life, baby (Mhm)
[Pre-Chorus: Popcaan]
Badman turn har on, squeeze her up
Long cocky gon' full her up
Handcuff, but mi nah hold har up
Her best friend ah call, but she doh wan' go
Love when mi feel har up
Finger inna di pussy, dat ah pre-warmup
Gyal, mi sperm thick, mi feed pon walnut
Haha (Ayy)
[Chorus: Popcaan]
Sexual intеrcourse
Sexual, sexual
Sеxual intercourse
Sexual, sexual (Woii yoii)
[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
Ayy, when it come to body, nobody bodyin' me
Mixin' weed with the liquor, creatin' the chemistry
Takin' shots back to back of the white Hennessy
I'm about what I say, so please do not tempt me, ayy
I'm so for real, I came no panties when he asked me to chill
I never gave a fuck 'bout what them other girls sayin'
I just wanna know if the dick really hangin'
You ain't gotta sugarcoat shit 'less you're lickin' on me
If that's the case, you need to get the liquor and the honey
Body right, pussy tight, come and put it on me
Sendin' pics to your phone so you're never lonely
Baby, I can take the trip with or without ya
Been a fly bitch way before I found you
Stamps in my passport, can't even count them
All my bitches with me, so I can't leave without them
Baby, why don't we go to Montego?
Let you put your hook in my bumper like a repo
I'm tryna do some real freaky shit, only we know
Treat my body like some oxtails, lick your fingers
Put that cocky on my body, give me spit to make it sloppy
Look me in my eyes and tell me what you like about me
I'm doin' what I got to do for you to make me wifey
Take me where the temperature is hotter than a hottie
[Pre-Chorus: Popcaan]
Turn har on, squeeze her up
Long cocky gon' full her up
Handcuff, but mi nah hold har up
Her best friend ah call, but she doh wan' go
Love when mi feel har up
Finger inna di pussy, dat ah pre-warmup
Gyal, mi sperm thick, mi feed pon walnut
Haha (Ayy)
[Chorus: Popcaan]
Sexual intercourse
Sexual, sexual
Sexual intercourse
Sexual, sexual (Woii yoii, weh)
Sexual intercourse
Sexual, sexual (Weh)
Sexual intercourse
Sexual, sexual (Weh)
Psycho business | [
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incoherent | The song is about the power of a woman's tight, tight pussy, and the pleasure of having sex with someone who is a "blessing to my life, baby (Mhm) | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Intercourse | [Intro: Popcaan & YG]
Gyal, yuh pussy good from birth
Wan' yuh bend it over, yeah, in them skirt
Gyal, yuh full ah energy like dancehall concert (Weh, haha)
I love to see you get wet (Woii yoii)
Cho, weh (Mustard on the beat, ho)
Ayy
[Verse 1: Popcaan]
Gyal, yuh tight pussy tie mi
Yuh vagina so tiny
Call di iPhone anytime yuh horny
Popskull ah fuck yuh grimy
Cock it up inna di back ah di Ferrari
Mi beat up yuh pussy, mi bruise e, scar e
You are a blessing to my life, baby (Mhm)
Ayy, when it come to body, nobody bodyin' me
Baby, I can take the trip with or without ya
Gyal, mi sperm thick, mi feed pon walnut
Mixin' weed with the liquor, creatin' the chemistry
You ain't gotta sugarcoat shit 'less you're lickin' on me
[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
I'm about what I say, so please do not tempt me, ayy
I never gave a fuck 'bout what them other girls sayin'
Finger inna di pussy, dat ah pre-warmup
Put that cocky on my body, give me spit to make it sloppy
Sexual intеrcourse
Love when mi feel har up
All my bitches with me, so I can't leave without them
I'm doin' what I got to do for you to make me wifey
Been a fly bitch way before I found you
Stamps in my passport, can't even count them
[Pre-Chorus: Popcaan]
If that's the case, you need to get the liquor and the honey
Badman turn har on, squeeze her up
Treat my body like some oxtails, lick your fingers
I'm tryna do some real freaky shit, only we know
Long cocky gon' full her up
Handcuff, but mi nah hold har up
Her best friend ah call, but she doh wan' go
like bumper my hook Let put your you a repo in
Sexual, sexual (Woii yoii)
Sendin' pics to your phone so you're never lonely
[Pre-Chorus: Popcaan]
I just wanna know if the dick really hangin'
Baby, why don't we go to Montego?
Sеxual intercourse
Haha (Ayy)
Body right, pussy tight, come and put it on me
I'm so for real, I came no panties when he asked me to chill
Handcuff, but mi nah hold har up
Turn har on, squeeze her up
Sexual, sexual
Long cocky gon' full her up
Look me in my eyes and tell me what you like about me
[Chorus: Popcaan]
Takin' shots back to back of the white Hennessy
Her best friend ah call, but she doh wan' go
Love when mi feel har up
Finger inna di pussy, dat ah pre-warmup
Gyal, mi sperm thick, mi feed pon walnut
Sexual intercourse
[Chorus: Popcaan]
Haha (Ayy)
The penitent quiche bombs bather.
Sexual, sexual (Woii yoii, weh)
Sexual, sexual
Sexual intercourse
The bumpy offset exhibits card.
Sexual intercourse
Sexual, sexual (Weh)
Psycho business | [
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coherent | The song is about a woman who is a money-making businesswoman who is confident and powerful, and is challenging other women to work it like a stallion and not be afraid to take control of their own lives | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Like A Stallion | [Intro: Megan Thee Stallion]
Yeah, yo' last girl was cool, but she ain't doing it like a stallion (She ain't doing it like a stallion)
Them other girls look good, but can they work it like a stallion?
[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
Bitch, it's money-making Megan better known as "Thee Stallion"
Hanging round your daddy neck just like a damn medallion
Body so on point so I be dressin' like I'm swimming
Bitches get offended, can't handle all this pimpin'
Young Tina Snow, hard on a ho
We can get down with this money or get down on the floor (Ayy)
He thought I was singer, I told him I'ma swagger
I ain't no R&B bitch, nigga, come and lick the rapper
[Chorus: Angelo Dorsey & Megan Thee Stallion]
Baby, I love the way you ride and push back on it
It lets me know you want it
Girl, lets get into it, I'm horny so lets do it
Baby, you a stallion, love the way you move it
Yeah, yo' last girl was cool, but she ain't doing it like a stallion
She ain't doing it like a stallion
Them other girls look good, but can they work it like a stallion?
Can they-can they work it like a stallion?
Work it like a stallion, work it like a stallion
Shawty may look good but it don't mean shit if she can't
Work it like a stallion, work it like a stallion
I love it when she work it like a stallion
[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
In heels, workin' the wheel, whippin' the foreign like a cutlass
Real big titties, big butt, bitch, young and seductive
Picture me drippin' in sweat, my body so hot and so wet
You runnin' yo hands thru my hair, I'm pokin' it out in the air
Ayy, I got all these niggas asking "Who the fuck Thee Stallion is?"
Seen my instagram pics, now he tryna give me the dick
Sexy red lips, sexy outfit
I'm giving it to him so hard
I'm giving it to him so good, he lovin' this shit
[Chorus: Angelo Dorsey & Megan Thee Stallion]
Baby, I love the way you ride and push back on it
It lets me know you want it
Girl, lets get into it, I'm horny so lets do it
Baby, you a stallion, love the way you move it
Yeah, yo' last girl was cool, but she ain't doing it like a stallion
She ain't doing it like a stallion
Them other girls look good, but can they work it like a stallion?
Can they-can they work it like a stallion?
Work it like a stallion, work it like a stallion
Shawty may look good but it don't mean shit if she can't
Work it like a stallion, work it like a stallion
I love it when she work it like a stallion
[Verse 3: Megan Thee Stallion]
He say he ain't hittin' my line no mo' 'cause I'on never text back
I told that nigga "Shut up" 'cause it's a hunnit times he done said that
Nigga acting like he gone but I bet you he back
Who else be workin' it, workin' it, workin' it workin' it? Throwin' it back like that, aah
[Chorus: Angelo Dorsey & Megan Thee Stallion]
Baby, I love the way you ride and push back on it
It lets me know you want it
Girl, lets get into it, I'm horny so lets do it
Baby, you a stallion, love the way you move it
Yeah, yo' last girl was cool, but she ain't doing it like a stallion
She ain't doing it like a stallion
Them other girls look good, but can they work it like a stallion?
Can they-can they work it like a stallion?
Work it like a stallion, work it like a stallion
Shawty may look good but it don't mean shit if she can't
Work it like a stallion, work it like a stallion
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incoherent | The song is about a woman who is a money-making businesswoman who is confident and powerful, and is challenging other women to work it like a stallion and not be afraid to take control of their own lives | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Like A Stallion | Yeah, yo' last girl was cool, but she ain't doing it like a stallion (She ain't doing it like a stallion)
Them other girls look good, but can they work it like a stallion?
[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
Bitch, it's money-making Megan better known as "Thee Stallion"
Work it like a stallion, work it like a stallion
The fantastic consul screams son.
Girl, lets get into it, I'm horny so lets do it
[Chorus: Angelo Dorsey & Megan Thee Stallion]
Seen my instagram pics, now he tryna give me the dick
I'm giving it to him so good, he lovin' this shit
Hanging round your daddy neck just like a damn medallion
Girl, lets get into it, I'm horny so lets do it
Baby, I love the way you ride and push back on it
It lets me know you want it
Yeah, yo' last girl was cool, but she ain't doing it like a stallion
I'm giving it to him so hard
Baby, you a stallion, love the way you move it
I love it when she work it like a stallion
Body so on point so I be dressin' like I'm swimming
Real big titties, big butt, bitch, young and seductive
Work it like a stallion, work it like a stallion
Young Tina Snow, hard on a ho
Them other girls look good, but can they work it like a stallion?
We can get down with this money or get down on the floor (Ayy)
Yeah, yo' last girl was cool, but she ain't doing it like a stallion
Picture me drippin' in sweat, my body so hot and so wet
The jolly bronco blinds second.
Bitches get offended, can't handle all this pimpin'
Baby, you a stallion, love the way you move it
Sexy red lips, sexy outfit
[Chorus: Thee & Stallion] Megan Angelo Dorsey
You runnin' yo hands thru my hair, I'm pokin' it out in the air
He thought I was singer, I told him I'ma swagger
Can they-can they work it like a stallion?
Them other girls look good, but can they work it like a stallion?
She ain't doing it like a stallion
got "Who I fuck Ayy, Stallion all the Thee these is?" niggas asking
She ain't doing it like a stallion
It lets me know you want it
In heels, workin' the wheel, whippin' the foreign like a cutlass
Can they-can they work it like a stallion?
Shawty may look good but it don't mean shit if she can't
[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
Baby, I love the way you ride and push back on it
Work it like a stallion, work it like a stallion
It lets me know you want it
[Chorus: Angelo Dorsey & Megan Thee Stallion]
I love it when she work it like a stallion
Baby, you a stallion, love the way you move it
Girl, lets get into it, I'm horny so lets do it
I told that nigga "Shut up" 'cause it's a hunnit times he done said that
Who else be workin' it, workin' it, workin' it workin' it? Throwin' it back like that, aah
Work it like a stallion, work it like a stallion
[Verse 3: Megan Thee Stallion]
Shawty may look good but it don't mean shit if she can't
He say he ain't hittin' my line no mo' 'cause I'on never text back
Baby, I love the way you ride and push back on it
Nigga acting like he gone but I bet you he back
Yeah, yo' last girl was cool, but she ain't doing it like a stallion
like but it other girls can good, stallion? a look work they Them
Can they-can they work it like a stallion?
a like like it Work a stallion work stallion, it
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Work it like a stallion, work it like a stallion
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coherent | The song is about a person who is living a lifestyle of hustling and using their power to get what they want, while the chorus is about using their own power to make someone else's life difficult | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Crazy | [Intro]
(MCV, bitch)
[Chorus]
Gon' fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round
[Verse 1]
It's gon' fuck 'round drive you crazy (Yeah)
Tryna soak this game up
Fuck 'round, piss yourself off, tryna make me jealous (What?)
You know you a good guy (Good guy), we know I'm the hot girl (Hot girl)
Fuck 'round get your heart broke, acting outta character
Ayy, you know I'm addicted to hustling (Yeah)
You know I'ma get it by any means (Woo)
You fell in love with the lifestyle (Yeah, yeah)
Now you gotta keep up with me
Ayy, he know I do what I want (Yeah)
I know that drive him so crazy (Drive him so crazy)
Get caught in the moment and ask if it's his
Then I look back and say, "Maybe" (Ah)
You know he fell in love with the lingo
Keep my name-o in his mouth like bingo (Like bingo)
Told him he can get it, then he took it like a repo
Got the nigga under controller, I got the cheat code
Ayy, he so addicted to me
Fell in my trap, now that dick stick to me (Now that dick stick to me)
I had it first, they could get after me
But who the fuck else get it right after me? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
I knew right when we start talking, might not talk again
You got way too many problems, way too many friends
You got way too many issues, way too many moves
I got way too much experience with these type of dudes
[Chorus]
I'm gon' fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round
[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, he so addicted to me (Me)
Fell in my trap, now that dick stick to me (Yeah)
I had it first, they can get after me
But who the fuck else get it right after me? (Who?)
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round
[Verse 2]
I sip champagne, get membrane
Go slow, yeah, that make me go insane
And I can tell what he thinking like a twin thing
And they can never understand it 'cause it's our thing
I got moves like a tarantula (Yeah)
Get up in my web, I'ma snatch you up
Long ass legs, I can wrap you up
And now I got you in your bag like a sack of lunch
You know I want you, don't need you
Really, I just came to feed you (Ayy)
I hop on that face and stampede you (Ride)
And then I start over like re-do (Ah)
We need a—, we need a re-do (Yeah)
I give you some time to redeem you
You know I ain't scared, I'm a freak too (Ooh)
And really, I really could teach you
He like the way I smell
He like the way I slick my bun down with the gel
He like it when I get up in that suit and dress well (Dress well)
He like it when I throw it to the side, give him hell (Ah)
He like it when I'm out here getting money, I can tell
He wanna be down so bad, I can tell
And he don't want nobody else to get it, I can tell
And he know anybody after Megan is an L
[Pre-Chorus]
I knew right when we start talking, might not talk again
You got way too many problems, way too many friends
You got way too many issues, way too many moves
I got way too much experience with these type of dudes
[Chorus]
I'm gon' fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round
[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, he so addicted to me (Me)
Fell in my trap, now that dick stick to me (Yeah)
I had it first, they can get after me
But who the fuck else get it right after me? (Who?)
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round
[Outro]
This one's for my player ass women
Who gettin' money and ain't gettin' in they feelings
Who making profit, digging in these niggas wallets
My pretty women hanging with their pretty partners | [
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incoherent | The song is about a person who is living a lifestyle of hustling and using their power to get what they want, while the chorus is about using their own power to make someone else's life difficult | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Crazy | [Intro]
(MCV, bitch)
[Chorus]
Gon' fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
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you drive gon' fuck crazy It's (Yeah) 'round
Tryna soak this game up
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Fuck 'round get your heart broke, acting outta character
Ayy, you know I'm addicted to hustling (Yeah)
You know I'ma get it by any means (Woo)
You fell in love with the lifestyle (Yeah, yeah)
Now you gotta keep up with me
Ayy, he know I do what I want (Yeah)
I know that drive him so crazy (Drive him so crazy)
Get caught in the moment and ask if it's his
Then I look back and say, "Maybe" (Ah)
You know he fell in love with the lingo
Keep my name-o in his mouth like bingo (Like bingo)
Told him he can get it, then he took it like a repo
Got the nigga under controller, I got the cheat code
Ayy, he so addicted to me
Fell in my trap, now that dick stick to me (Now that dick stick to me)
I had it first, they could get after me
But who the fuck else get it right after me? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
I knew right when we start talking, might not talk again
You got way too many problems, way too many friends
You got way too many issues, way too many moves
I got way too much experience with these type of dudes
[Chorus]
I'm gon' fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round
[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, he so addicted to me (Me)
Fell in my trap, now that dick stick to me (Yeah)
can after I it had first, me they get
But who the fuck else get it right after me? (Who?)
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round
[Verse 2]
I sip champagne, get membrane
Go slow, yeah, that make me go insane
And I can tell what he thinking like a twin thing
And they can never understand it 'cause it's our thing
I got moves like a tarantula (Yeah)
Get up in my web, I'ma snatch you up
Long ass legs, I can wrap you up
And now I got you in your bag like a sack of lunch
You know I want you, don't need you
Really, I just came to feed you (Ayy)
I hop on that face and stampede you (Ride)
And then I start over like re-do (Ah)
We need a—, we need a re-do (Yeah)
I give you some time to redeem you
You know I ain't scared, I'm a freak too (Ooh)
And really, I really could teach you
He like the way I smell
gel I bun way the slick my the like down He with
He like it when I get up in that suit and dress well (Dress well)
He like it when I throw it to the side, give him hell (Ah)
He like it when I'm out here getting money, I can tell
He wanna be down so bad, I can tell
And he don't want nobody else to get it, I can tell
And he know anybody after Megan is an L
[Pre-Chorus]
I knew right when we start talking, might not talk again
You got way too many problems, way too many friends
You got way too many issues, way too many moves
I got way too much experience with these type of dudes
[Chorus]
I'm gon' fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round
[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, he so addicted to me (Me)
Fell in my trap, now that dick stick to me (Yeah)
I had it first, they can get after me
But who the fuck else get it right after me? (Who?)
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, drive you crazy
Fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round
[Outro]
This one's for my player ass women
Who gettin' money and ain't gettin' in they feelings
The faulty hint bolts ease.
Who making profit, digging in these niggas wallets
My pretty women hanging with their pretty partners | [
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coherent | The song is about a man's life of success and success, with the narrator boasting about how he gets paid when he shows up to work and how he doesn't care who sees him, and that he's not like the average hoes. He also raps about his success and power, boasting about his wealth, power, and ability to get people to do what he wants | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Tuned In Freestyle | [Intro]
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")
[Verse 1]
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)
[Interlude]
If I was worried 'bout y'all niggas how y'all be worried about me
I'd be fucked up, too, ayy
[Verse 2]
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)
[Outro]
Real motherfuckin' hot girl shit, ah | [
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incoherent | The song is about a man's life of success and success, with the narrator boasting about how he gets paid when he shows up to work and how he doesn't care who sees him, and that he's not like the average hoes. He also raps about his success and power, boasting about his wealth, power, and ability to get people to do what he wants | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Tuned In Freestyle | [Intro]
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")
The jaded tolerance stuffs plugin.
I'd be fucked up, too, ayy
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'
The crooked collateral promotes vet.
hoes Damn, me hate you
The warm pathogenesis improves blowhole.
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
Cut the convo short, fuck an interview
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)
[Interlude]
If I was worried 'bout y'all niggas how y'all be worried about me
The jittery ease administers mesenchyme.
Put my hand in her face, send her back where she from, uh
Why? I'm way too player
The foamy beanstalk sells continent.
Talk about something y'all like, stop talkin' 'bout me
I'll never give a bum bitch satisfaction
like thick the He accent 'em country with
[Outro]
Sell his soul for a sniff of my undies
Your Instagram account seein' more interactions
Drop a lil' verse when they get to actin' up
Than your bank account seein' any transactions
Pussy out when I'm feelin' real cunty
Hoes love sayin' they a demon, I'm a prayer
[Verse 2]
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
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
Love to talk shit, whole time, I'm laughin' | [
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coherent | The song is about a woman who is willing to take a man on a date and make him pay for the view, while also warning him that he is not worth it and that he should be out of his mind | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Russian Cream | [Intro]
Real hot girl shit, ah!
[Verse 1]
Ay, let's be clear
I quit fuckin' on my old niggas last year
This pussy ain't even in your bracket
Rich bitch problems, I'm a LV addict
Walk in and I take your nigga, automatic
Fuck him in a mansion but I give it to him ratchet
All this drip make a broke hoe panic
I'm tryna get your nigga out his hat like a rabbit
Aye, hot girl shit
Shut the fuck up lil' bitch, you be lyin'
Say that you breakin' these niggas, you cryin'
He wanna go on a date and you buyin'
He got to be out his muhfuckin' mind
If he thinkin' I'm finna cum off the ass
And he thinkin' he ain't gon' come off no cash
No I'm not sayin' that I prostitute
But you wanna see me, so pay for the view
I'm lettin' him know that I know my worth
If he ain't big enough, finna get curved
How you so comfortable talkin' that shit?
Walkin' around with that lil bitty dick
You got to be out your muhfuckin' mind
Thinkin' you hotter than me, hoe you tried it
Get on that mic and you know I get live
You want that smoke and you know where to find it
Aah
[Hook]
Look, you got to be out your muhfuckin' mind
Thinkin' you hotter than me, hoe you tried it (you tried it)
Ah, aye, ah, aye
Look, how you so comfortable talkin' that shit? (How? How?)
[Verse 2]
Look, boy I'm too player, you know you can't play me
I turn a stiff nigga into a baby
Fuck like a freak but I act like a lady
Still in love with me if we ever dated
These bitches biting my swag and I peep it
Hop off my pussy or go 'head and eat it
Cocky as fuck, bitch you know I'm conceited
I'm the hot girl and i got these hoes heated
Megan Thee Stallion they know I'm a animal
My flow is sick and they can't find an antidote
I met your man, now he cannot remember you
Come to the crib, make him suck like a tentacle
Open her mouth then I pour in a shot
Everywhere i go, I'm making it pop
Barely wear clothes, 'cause bitch I be hot
Name a bitch badder than me, you cannot
[Hook 2]
Ah, ah, aye, yeah, look!
Name a bitch badder than me, you can not
Name a bitch badder than me, you can not
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
You want that smoke and you know where to find it
Thinkin' you hotter than me, hoe you tried it
Ah, ah, ah! | [
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incoherent | The song is about a woman who is willing to take a man on a date and make him pay for the view, while also warning him that he is not worth it and that he should be out of his mind | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Russian Cream | [Intro]
Real hot girl shit, ah!
[Verse 1]
Ay, let's be clear
I quit fuckin' on my old niggas last year
This pussy ain't even in your bracket
Rich bitch problems, I'm a LV addict
Walk in and I take your nigga, automatic
Fuck him in a mansion but I give it to him ratchet
All this drip make a broke hoe panic
I'm tryna get your nigga out his hat like a rabbit
Aye, hot girl shit
The offbeat shoulder battles report.
Say that you breakin' these niggas, you cryin'
He wanna go on a date and you buyin'
He got to be out his muhfuckin' mind
If he thinkin' I'm finna cum off the ass
And he thinkin' he ain't gon' come off no cash
The precious brown mistakes chapel.
But you wanna see me, so pay for the view
I'm lettin' him know that I know my worth
If he ain't big enough, finna get curved
How you so comfortable talkin' that shit?
The adaptable burrito hovers statistic.
You got to be out your muhfuckin' mind
Thinkin' you hotter than me, hoe you tried it
Get on that mic and you know I get live
You want that smoke and you know where to find it
Aah
[Hook]
Look, you got to be out your muhfuckin' mind
Thinkin' you hotter than me, hoe you tried it (you tried it)
Ah, aye, ah, aye
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
[Verse 2]
Look, boy I'm too player, you know you can't play me
I turn a stiff nigga into a baby
Fuck like a freak but I act like a lady
Still in love with me if we ever dated
These bitches biting my swag and I peep it
Hop off my pussy or go 'head and eat it
Cocky as fuck, bitch you know I'm conceited
The divergent hydroxyl hits masterpiece.
I'm the hot girl and i got these hoes heated
Megan Thee Stallion they know I'm a animal
My flow is sick and they can't find an antidote
I met your man, now he cannot remember you
Come to the crib, make him suck like a tentacle
Open her mouth then I pour in a shot
Everywhere i go, I'm making it pop
Barely wear clothes, 'cause bitch I be hot
Name a bitch badder than me, you cannot
[Hook 2]
Ah, ah, aye, yeah, look!
Name a bitch badder than me, you can not
Name a bitch badder than me, you can not
Look, how you so comfortable talkin' that shit? (How? How?)
You want that smoke and you know where to find it
Thinkin' you hotter than me, hoe you tried it
Ah, ah, ah! | [
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coherent | The song is about a person who is determined to get their own way, no matter what, and is not afraid to use violence to get what they want, from a gun to a woman's clit to her ass | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Pimpin | [Intro]
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up!"
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up (Swipe)
Drop it off in your fucking face, it's the sawed-off (Hey, yeah)
Gotta get my ass in, gotta get my ass in (Hey)
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, I gotta get some fuckin' in (Hey, hey)
[Verse 1]
Damn, I want some head but I chose the dough instead
I could never ever let a nigga fuck me out my bread (Ugh)
Ain't no dick alive that could make me lose my mind
Every nigga that done tried still be cryin' on my line (Hey)
Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, this is not about your dick
These are simply just instructions on how you should treat my clit
Hey, gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe a nigga card so much they had to call the bank (Ahh)
[Chorus]
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his fucking face, it's the sawed-off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
[Verse 2]
He said he ain't trickin' (What?)
And he said he ain't lickin' (Ugh!)
Nigga, why you over here with all that little kid shit? (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm not yo' BM or no bitch that beg to see him
He say he gon' knock my head off
I'm like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, just eat it" (Ayy)
Boy, you need me, I don't need you, lil' nigga
Bitch, is you fucking yo' niggas? Then hit 'em
You ain't been up in no pussy this tight
I want a nigga, I know how to get him
Blowin' him off then he blowin' me up
Thinkin' he something, I treat him like nothin'
These niggas know they ain't nothin' to me
Givin' me money or makin' me nut (Ahh)
[Chorus]
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his fucking face, it's the sawed-off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
[Verse 3]
Flew to LA, hit Rodeo
I been out here makin' queso
I bought all my shit in cash
They treat me like I'm movin' yayo
I go shopping by myself, so they know I don't need a nigga
But you know he breaking bread if you see me with the nigga
I rock shows by myself
Ain't no backup, ain't no help
Ain't no nigga put me on
Ho, I earned all my respect
When you hear my fucking name
Know they speaking on a champ
Everything that I done been through made me who I am right now, ahh
[Chorus]
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his fucking face, it's the sawed-off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
[Verse 4]
Thirty inches, I'm gon' swing that shit
Copy me, I peep that shit
Popping on my own
I ain't never tried to be a bitch (Ay, yeah)
Ain't no chick alive who can knock me off my grind
Every ho that came and tried
Out here strugglin', looking tired (Ahh)
Going to school, breaking the rules
Patti LaBelle, gotta a new attitude
Bought me a house, ice out my neck
Go to the hood, get my granny the rest
I see those haters, I don't complain
I must be poppin' if they know my name
Bitch I'm a pimp, where is my cane
Ho get too close and get slapped with the ring
[Chorus]
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his fucking face, it's the sawed-off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his fucking face, it's the sawed-off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
[Outro]
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in your fucking face, it's the sawed-off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta get my ass ate
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, I gotta gets the fuck in there
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in your fucking face, it's the sawed-off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta get my ass ate
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, I gotta gets the fuck in there | [
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incoherent | The song is about a person who is determined to get their own way, no matter what, and is not afraid to use violence to get what they want, from a gun to a woman's clit to her ass | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Pimpin | [Intro]
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up!"
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up (Swipe)
Popping on my own
Gotta get my ass in, gotta get my ass in (Hey)
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, I gotta get some fuckin' in (Hey, hey)
[Verse 1]
Damn, I want some head but I chose the dough instead
I could never ever let a nigga fuck me out my bread (Ugh)
Ain't no dick alive that could make me lose my mind
Every nigga that done tried still be cryin' on my line (Hey)
Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, this is not about your dick
These are simply just instructions on how you should treat my clit
Hey, gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe a nigga card so much they had to call the bank (Ahh)
Boy, you need me, I don't need you, lil' nigga
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his fucking face, it's the sawed-off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
The internal celeriac trips easel.
had much nigga the bank Gotta this card swipe they call so to
The scattered bassoon glues calf.
Out here strugglin', looking tired (Ahh)
I go shopping by myself, so they know I don't need a nigga
Every ho that came and tried
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
When you hear my fucking name
Patti LaBelle, gotta a new attitude
I must be poppin' if they know my name
They treat me like I'm movin' yayo
Bitch, is you fucking yo' niggas? Then hit 'em
I'm like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, just eat it" (Ayy)
And he said he ain't lickin' (Ugh!)
Blowin' him off then he blowin' me up
Bitch, I'm not yo' BM or no bitch that beg to see him
The heartbreaking conference enhances gator.
I rock shows by myself
You ain't been up in no pussy this tight
[Verse 3]
Copy me, I peep that shit
Going to school, breaking the rules
Thirty inches, I'm gon' swing that shit
Ain't no chick alive who can knock me off my grind
Drop it off in his fucking face, it's the sawed-off
Everything that I done been through made me who I am right now, ahh
face, sawed-off in it yeah) (Hey, the Drop it's fucking your off
I see those haters, I don't complain
I want a nigga, I know how to get him
Ho get too close and get slapped with the ring
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
[Chorus]
I ain't never tried to be a bitch (Ay, yeah)
I been out here makin' queso
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
Flew to LA, hit Rodeo
[Verse 4]
Ain't no backup, ain't no help
The miscreant attachment suspends building.
[Chorus]
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
[Verse 2]
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Bitch I'm a pimp, where is my cane
Ain't no nigga put me on
I bought all my shit in cash
[Chorus]
Drop it off in his fucking face, it's the sawed-off
Ho, I earned all my respect
He (What?) he ain't trickin' said
Nigga, why you over here with all that little kid shit? (Ayy)
The madly lamb soaks vice.
ass get make ate, that gotta my ass Gotta shake
Know they speaking on a champ
Go to the hood, get my granny the rest
These niggas know they ain't nothin' to me
Bought me a house, ice out my neck
[Chorus]
Thinkin' he something, I treat him like nothin'
But you know he breaking bread if you see me with the nigga
Givin' me money or makin' me nut (Ahh)
Drop it off in his fucking face, it's the sawed-off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta get my ass ate
The solid blank navigates algebra.
Drop it off in your fucking face, it's the sawed-off
[Outro]
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, I gotta gets the fuck in there
Drop it off in your fucking face, it's the sawed-off
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta get my ass ate
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coherent | The song is about being a Hot Girl, showing off her style, partying, and having sex with the people who "cut the checks" Lil Ju raps about how he's a "hot girl" and how he loves niggas with conversation that find the clit with no | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Captain Hook | [Intro]
Real Hot Girl shit, ah
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
[Verse 1]
Ayy, bitch, I'm a problem nobody solvin'
You can keep hating, I'm poppin' regardless
He want a bitch look like Megan Thee Stallion (Yeah)
Don't want your nigga 'cause I want his daddy
I like to switch up my style every week
I gotta switch up my hair every day
I ain't no ho, but I do be on go
And I promise my nigga's gon' love me the same
I'm a Hot Girl, don't try it at home
I wear the shit that be showing my thong
I like to drink and I like to have sex
I fuck the niggas that's cutting the checks
Dance on the dick, now, you been served
I like a dick with a little bit of curve
Hit this pussy with an uppercut
Call that nigga Captain Hook
[Chorus]
Ayy, I go shopping, mmh, want it, then I cop it, ayy, yeah
Bitches boppin', mmh, I do it, they copy, ayy, look
He's a sweetie, mmh, kiss it when he eat it, ayy, yeah
Know it's good when you chewin' and you singin'
[Verse 2]
I love niggas with conversation that find the clit with no navigation
Mandatory that I get the head, but no guarantees on the penetration (Huh)
I be texting with a bi chick, we both freaky, just trying shit (Mwah)
Main nigga getting super jealous, he don't even know about the other fellas
I need a Mr. Clean, make that pussy beam (Ooh, ooh)
Okay, I just might need a baker, make that pussy cream (Pussy cream)
Okay, you woke up mad at me 'fore you even brush your teeth
Mm-mm-mm, that's just super sad, fuck it, carpe diem, ah
I'm so indecisive, you can't cuff me, but I'm wifey (But I'm wifey)
I just want a nigga who gon' slurp me like an Icee (Slurp me like an Icee)
Bitches bite me so hard, had to put them on a diet (Put them on a diet)
Bitch, this ain't no tryout, so lil' ho, you better not try me (Ho, you better not try me)
I got a man, I got a bitch
I'm a banana, they gotta split (Hey, hey, ah)
One in your top, one in your tip (Hey, hey)
One for the club, one for the crib (One for the crib)
My nigga fine, I wanna fuck
Ice in his mouth, eat me up
Rockin' his chain, wearin' his ring
Gettin' some brain, ah, ah, ah
[Chorus]
Ayy, I go shopping, mmh, want it, then I cop it, ayy, yeah
Bitches boppin', mmh, I do it, they copy, ayy, look
He's a sweetie, mmh, kiss it when he eat it, ayy, yeah
Know it's good when you chewin' and you singin'
[Verse 3]
Hot Girl Summer, I ain't fucking with no drama, huh (Fuckin' with no drama)
He was tripping, so I hung out with his partner, huh (Hey, with his partner)
Fuck him good, introduce me to his mama, huh (To his mama)
Thought he had me 'til I came out with the condom, huh (With the condom)
Drinking D'USSÉ out the motherfuckin' bottle, hey (Out the motherfuckin' bottle)
I'm a rapper, not no motherfuckin' model, huh (Not no motherfuckin' model)
Got a nigga, but I think I'll have another, huh (Think I'll have another)
I'm too sexy to be fucking under covers, huh
I know you know me, I ain't gotta introduce shit, hmm (Introduce shit)
Same crew, I ain't hanging with no new bitch, hmm (Hangin' with no new bitch)
I'ma buy it when I land, I rock new shit, hmm (Bitch, I rock new shit)
I ain't fucking with that nigga, I got new dick, hmm (Woah)
Please don't try me, lil' bitch, you know I'm with that, hmm (Bitch, you know I'm 'bout that)
I'll break a ho in half like a Kit-Kat, hmm (Like a Kit-Kat)
Please don't ask me 'bout it if you know I did that, huh (Bitch, you know I did that)
Not a stylist, but I'll push your fucking wig back, huh
[Outro]
Real Hot Girl shit, ah
Mwah | [
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incoherent | The song is about being a Hot Girl, showing off her style, partying, and having sex with the people who "cut the checks" Lil Ju raps about how he's a "hot girl" and how he loves niggas with conversation that find the clit with no | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Captain Hook | The bizarre avenue seeks specialist.
[Intro]
Real Hot Girl shit, ah
The unbiased yarn books snowboarding.
[Verse 1]
Ayy, bitch, I'm a problem nobody solvin'
You can keep hating, I'm poppin' regardless
He want a bitch look like Megan Thee Stallion (Yeah)
Don't want your nigga 'cause I want his daddy
I like to switch up my style every week
I gotta switch up my hair every day
Ayy, I go shopping, mmh, want it, then I cop it, ayy, yeah
Bitches boppin', mmh, I do it, they copy, ayy, look
I fuck the niggas that's cutting the checks
I wear the shit that be showing my thong
I ain't no ho, but I do be on go
And I promise my nigga's gon' love me the same
The placid chef shoes knot.
I like to drink and I like to have sex
[Chorus]
Hit this pussy with an uppercut
Dance on the dick, now, you been served
I like a dick with a little bit of curve
He's a sweetie, mmh, kiss it when he eat it, ayy, yeah
Know it's good when you chewin' and you singin'
[Verse 2]
I love niggas with conversation that find the clit with no navigation
Mandatory that I get the head, but no guarantees on the penetration (Huh)
I be texting with a bi chick, we both freaky, just trying shit (Mwah)
Main nigga getting super jealous, he don't even know about the other fellas
I need a Mr. Clean, make that pussy beam (Ooh, ooh)
a might I make Okay, cream) (Pussy baker, pussy just cream need that
Okay, you woke up mad at me 'fore you even brush your teeth
Mm-mm-mm, that's just super sad, fuck it, carpe diem, ah
I'm so indecisive, you can't cuff me, but I'm wifey (But I'm wifey)
I just want a nigga who gon' slurp me like an Icee (Slurp me like an Icee)
The alluring wombat negotiates earrings.
Bitch, this ain't no tryout, so lil' ho, you better not try me (Ho, you better not try me)
I got a man, I got a bitch
Bitches boppin', mmh, I do it, they copy, ayy, look
One in your top, one in your tip (Hey, hey)
One for the club, one for the crib (One for the crib)
My nigga fine, I wanna fuck
Ice in his mouth, eat me up
Rockin' his chain, wearin' his ring
Gettin' some brain, ah, ah, ah
[Chorus]
Ayy, I go shopping, mmh, want it, then I cop it, ayy, yeah
I'm a banana, they gotta split (Hey, hey, ah)
He's a sweetie, mmh, kiss it when he eat it, ayy, yeah
Know it's good when you chewin' and you singin'
[Verse 3]
Hot Girl Summer, I ain't fucking with no drama, huh (Fuckin' with no drama)
He was tripping, so I hung out with his partner, huh (Hey, with his partner)
Fuck him good, introduce me to his mama, huh (To his mama)
Thought he had me 'til I came out with the condom, huh (With the condom)
The crabby poncho strokes tabby.
Got a nigga, but I think I'll have another, huh (Think I'll have another)
I'm a rapper, not no motherfuckin' model, huh (Not no motherfuckin' model)
I'm too sexy to be fucking under covers, huh
I know you know me, I ain't gotta introduce shit, hmm (Introduce shit)
Same crew, I ain't hanging with no new bitch, hmm (Hangin' with no new bitch)
I'ma buy it when I land, I rock new shit, hmm (Bitch, I rock new shit)
I ain't fucking with that nigga, I got new dick, hmm (Woah)
Please don't try me, lil' bitch, you know I'm with that, hmm (Bitch, you know I'm 'bout that)
I'll break a ho in half like a Kit-Kat, hmm (Like a Kit-Kat)
Please don't ask me 'bout it if you know I did that, huh (Bitch, you know I did that)
Not a stylist, but I'll push your fucking wig back, huh
[Outro]
The royal tomatillo teases edition.
Mwah | [
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coherent | The song is about a person who is proud of their lifestyle and their ability to get along with anyone, no matter who they are or what they do, and is full of double entendres and references to double entends. The chorus is about being proud of one's lifestyle, with references to the Batmobile, Debbie cakes, and Honey Buns | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Opposite Day | [Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
Yeah, make that shit drop (Drop)
If that bitch think she on go, makе 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 makе me smile? When a bitch mad (Hahaha)
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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) | [
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incoherent | The song is about a person who is proud of their lifestyle and their ability to get along with anyone, no matter who they are or what they do, and is full of double entendres and references to double entends. The chorus is about being proud of one's lifestyle, with references to the Batmobile, Debbie cakes, and Honey Buns | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Opposite Day | [Verse 1]
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?)
I don't wanna drive no shit that lil' bitch drive
He keep beggin' me for one piece, Luffy (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
You know what really makе me smile? When a bitch mad (Hahaha)
[Chorus]
Say he a shooter, I call him the duty (Baow, baow, baow)
If that bitch think she on go, makе that bitch stop (Make that bitch stop)
Ridin' with 4oe, like Shaggy and Scooby
My car like the Batmobile, fly shit, one of one
That mean everybody could buy it (Skrrt, skrrt)
I told 'em save a seat (Yeah), right there on they faces (Right there on they faces)
And if you didn't know, that is the lingo for a hundred K
All around the world tryna get this coochie (Yeah)
Yeah, make that shit drop (Drop)
I told that nigga I'm everything he need, like a one-a-day
Tellin' me they love me (Tellin' they love me)
I know his bitch keep wonderin' why he textin' reservations (Who that?)
New to you (Huh), but I been had it (But I been had it)
Face down, ass up, pussy clean, tear it up (Tear it up)
'Cause I don't wanna be like nobody
If that bitch think she on go, make that bitch stop (Make that bitch stop)
I like Debbie cakes, I keep my purse filled with a Honey Bun
I got two niggas trickin' (Two niggas trickin')
[Chorus]
Everything look cooler in reverse, bitch, back it up
[Chorus]
Yeah, make that shit drop (Drop)
And they both mean it (Yeah), that's a double entendre (That's a double entendre)
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)
[Verse 3]
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 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
Every day is opposite day for me
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) | [
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coherent | Nicki Minaj and Ty Dolla $ign rap about the benefits of being a "hot girl" and a "real ass nigga" | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Hot Girl Summer | [Intro: Megan Thee Stallion, JT & Nicki Minaj]
(Bone Collector the plug)
Real hot girl shit
Real, real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga
Hot Barbie summer
Real, real, real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up")
Don't run from me, friend, haha
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & JT]
Real ass nigga, give a fuck 'bout a bitch
It is what it is, this some five star dick
She a big ol' freak, it's a must that I hit
It's a Hot Girl Summer, so you know she got it lit
Real ass bitch, know she got it lit
Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah
Real ass bitch, know she got it lit
Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
Handle me? (Huh) Who gon' handle me? (Who?)
Thinkin' he's a player, he's a member on the team
He put in all that work, he wanna be the MVP (Boy, bye)
I told him ain't no taming me, I love my niggas equally
Fuckin' 9-to-5 niggas with that superstar D ('Star D)
Fucked a superstar nigga, now I got him ballin' (Ballin')
I caught a jet to get that neck, I told him call, don't send no text (Mwah)
And don't you tell 'em you with me when they be askin' where you at, ah
[Pre-Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
I can't read your mind, gotta say that shit (Say that shit)
Should I take your love? Should I take that dick?
Got a whole lot of options 'cause you know a bitch poppin' (Hey)
I'm a hot girl, so you know ain't shit stoppin' (Hey)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & JT]
Real ass nigga, give a fuck 'bout a bitch
It is what it is, this some five star dick
She a big ol' freak, it's a must that I hit
It's a Hot Girl Summer, so you know she got it lit
Real ass bitch, know she got it lit
Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah
Real ass bitch, know she got it lit
Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah, yeah (Ayy, yo)
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Who a hotter B? Who got a lot of D?
Who poppin' like a P when he be hoppin' out the V? (Brr)
And who gon' tell him that my bitch is getting her degree?
And when we say it's Hot Girl Summer, we ain't talkin' 'bout degrees
Who unfollowed me? Like who don't follow me?
'Cause even in your new bitch, I can see a lot of me
And honestly I'm honored 'cause that shit be comedy
You ain't put me in no brands, but I see you proud of me
I'm just a real ass bitch, give a fuck about a trick
On some real ass shit, and we really with the shit
Put this pussy on your lip, give a fuck about the dick
I get that rrr and then I rrr, I grab my shit and then I dip, ooh
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & JT]
Real ass nigga, give a fuck 'bout a bitch
It is what it is, this some five star dick
She a big ol' freak, it's a must that I hit
It's a Hot Girl Summer, so you know she got it lit
Real ass bitch, know she got it lit
Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah
Real ass bitch, know she got it lit
Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3: Megan Thee Stallion]
Look, college girl, but a freak on the weekend (On the weekend)
Eat that dick up even when I'm going vegan
He be trippin' on me and I know the reason (I know the reason)
I gotta break up with my nigga every season
Real hot girl shit, ayy, I got one or two baes (Woah, woah)
If you seen it last night, don't say shit the next day (Hey, hey, yeah)
Let me drive the boat, ayy (Yeah), kiss me in a Rolls, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
It go down on that brown, now we goin' both ways, ah
[Pre-Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
I can't read your mind, gotta say that shit (Say that shit)
Should I take your love? Should I take that dick?
Got a whole lot of options 'cause you know a bitch poppin' (Hey)
I'm a hot girl, so you know ain't shit stoppin' (Hey)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & JT]
Real ass nigga, give a fuck 'bout a bitch
It is what it is, this some five star dick
She a big ol' freak, it's a must that I hit
It's a Hot Girl Summer, so you know she got it lit
Real ass bitch, know she got it lit
Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah
Real ass bitch, know she got it lit
Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah, yeah
[Outro: Megan Thee Stallion & Nicki Minaj]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got a whole lot of options 'cause you know a bitch poppin'
Hey, hey
Whole lot of options 'cause you know a bitch poppin'
(Know we got it lit, yeah)
Hey, hey
I'm a hot girl so you know ain't shit stoppin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey, hey
I'm a hot girl so you know ain't shit stoppin'
Know we got it lit, yeah (Ah) | [
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incoherent | Nicki Minaj and Ty Dolla $ign rap about the benefits of being a "hot girl" and a "real ass nigga" | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Hot Girl Summer | [Intro: Megan Thee Stallion, JT & Nicki Minaj]
(Bone Collector the plug)
Real hot girl shit
Real, real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga
Hot Barbie summer
Real, real, real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up")
Don't run from me, friend, haha
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & JT]
Real ass nigga, give a fuck 'bout a bitch
It is what it is, this some five star dick
She a big ol' freak, it's a must that I hit
It's a Hot Girl Summer, so you know she got it lit
Real ass bitch, know she got it lit
Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah
Real ass bitch, know she got it lit
Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
Handle me? (Huh) Who gon' handle me? (Who?)
Thinkin' he's a player, he's a member on the team
He put in all that work, he wanna be the MVP (Boy, bye)
I told him ain't no taming me, I love my niggas equally
Fuckin' 9-to-5 niggas with that superstar D ('Star D)
Fucked a superstar nigga, now I got him ballin' (Ballin')
I caught a jet to get that neck, I told him call, don't send no text (Mwah)
And don't you tell 'em you with me when they be askin' where you at, ah
[Pre-Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
I can't read your mind, gotta say that shit (Say that shit)
Should I take your love? Should I take that dick?
Got a whole lot of options 'cause you know a bitch poppin' (Hey)
I'm a hot girl, so you know ain't shit stoppin' (Hey)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & JT]
Real ass nigga, give a fuck 'bout a bitch
It is what it is, this some five star dick
She a big ol' freak, it's a must that I hit
It's a Hot Girl Summer, so you know she got it lit
Real ass bitch, know she got it lit
Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah
Real ass bitch, know she got it lit
Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah, yeah (Ayy, yo)
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Who a hotter B? Who got a lot of D?
Who poppin' like a P when he be hoppin' out the V? (Brr)
And who gon' tell him that my bitch is getting her degree?
degrees we it's say Girl we talkin' 'bout ain't And when Hot Summer,
Who unfollowed me? Like who don't follow me?
'Cause even in your new bitch, I can see a lot of me
And honestly I'm honored 'cause that shit be comedy
You ain't put me in no brands, but I see you proud of me
I'm just a real ass bitch, give a fuck about a trick
The gigantic carpenter withholds outline.
On some real ass shit, and we really with the shit
Put this pussy on your lip, give a fuck about the dick
I get that rrr and then I rrr, I grab my shit and then I dip, ooh
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & JT]
Real ass nigga, give a fuck 'bout a bitch
It is what it is, this some five star dick
She a big ol' freak, it's a must that I hit
It's a Hot Girl Summer, so you know she got it lit
Look, college girl, but a freak on the weekend (On the weekend)
Real hot girl shit, ayy, I got one or two baes (Woah, woah)
[Verse 3: Megan Thee Stallion]
Real ass bitch, know she got it lit
Eat that dick up even when I'm going vegan
Let me drive the boat, ayy (Yeah), kiss me in a Rolls, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Should I take your love? Should I take that dick?
I can't read your mind, gotta say that shit (Say that shit)
Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah, yeah
I gotta break up with my nigga every season
It go down on that brown, now we goin' both ways, ah
He be trippin' on me and I know the reason (I know the reason)
[Pre-Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Real ass bitch, know she got it lit
If you seen it last night, don't say shit the next day (Hey, hey, yeah)
Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah
Got a whole lot of options 'cause you know a bitch poppin' (Hey)
I'm a hot girl, so you know ain't shit stoppin' (Hey)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & JT]
Real ass nigga, give a fuck 'bout a bitch
It is what it is, this some five star dick
She a big ol' freak, it's a must that I hit
It's a Hot Girl Summer, so you know she got it lit
Real ass bitch, know she got it lit
Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah
Real ass bitch, know she got it lit
Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah, yeah
[Outro: Megan Thee Stallion & Nicki Minaj]
The puffy gateway speaks plant.
Got a whole lot of options 'cause you know a bitch poppin'
Hey, hey
The maniacal jackfruit scrubs homosexuality.
Whole lot of options 'cause you know a bitch poppin'
yeah) lit, it (Know got we
Hey, hey
I'm a hot girl so you know ain't shit stoppin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
The obnoxious gastropod bleeds tension.
The wide ecumenist extracts transplantation.
I'm a hot girl so you know ain't shit stoppin'
Know we got it lit, yeah (Ah) | [
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coherent | The song is about a woman who is confident in her relationship with a bad-boy partner, and how she is not worried about the other girls she has with him, despite his bad reputation | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Best You Ever Had | [Intro]
Ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout that
DJ Chose
[Chorus]
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
[Verse 1]
I be actin' up right before he come to see me
He be like, "Why you always tripping for no reason?"
Told him, "'Cause you put it on me better when you're mad"
Hand around my neck, hit it hard from the back, yeah
I'ma cook a meal for him and play the game with him
When somebody ask, yeah, I'm with the same nigga
Pussy keep him knocked out like a painkiller
And if a nigga bag me, you know he a winner, ah
[Chorus]
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I know you like that, when I talk to you like a freak
I wanna feel it deep so I rode it on my feet
He say he feel intimidated when he talk to me
I got that hardcore but he want that R&B, ah
Boy, we can make sweet love for hours
Open up for you like flowers
The deeper you go, I get louder
Make it rain on you like showers
[Chorus]
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
[Verse 3]
I'ma hold it down for you, and put it down on you
Can't nobody else ride how I ride for you
And if a bitch get slick, knock her down for you
And if you're lookin' for me, I'ma be around for you
You got a diamond, boy, you better act like it
You fuckin' with the baddest, you ain't gotta cap like it
He know I'm the baddest bitch he ever had
Post me on the 'Gram, got his old hoes mad
[Chorus]
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that (Mwah) | [
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incoherent | The song is about a woman who is confident in her relationship with a bad-boy partner, and how she is not worried about the other girls she has with him, despite his bad reputation | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Best You Ever Had | [Intro]
Ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout that
DJ Chose
[Verse 2]
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
The parsimonious ox enjoys combine.
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
[Verse 1]
The needy bog fires barber.
Pussy keep him knocked out like a painkiller
Told him, "'Cause you put it on me better when you're mad"
Hand around my neck, hit it hard from the back, yeah
I'ma cook a meal for him and play the game with him
When somebody ask, yeah, I'm with the same nigga
He be like, "Why you always tripping for no reason?"
And if a nigga bag me, you know he a winner, ah
[Chorus]
this You ain't with been chick never bad a
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
The blue portrait reinforces moai.
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He say he feel intimidated when he talk to me
[Chorus]
Yeah, I know you like that, when I talk to you like a freak
The low reveal sweeps well-being.
I wanna feel it deep so I rode it on my feet
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
I got that hardcore but he want that R&B, ah
Boy, we can make sweet love for hours
Open up for you like flowers
The deeper you go, I get louder
Make it rain on you like showers
[Chorus]
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
[Verse 3]
I'ma hold it down for you, and put it down on you
Can't nobody else ride how I ride for you
And if a bitch get slick, knock her down for you
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
You got a diamond, boy, you better act like it
You fuckin' with the baddest, you ain't gotta cap like it
He know I'm the baddest bitch he ever had
the Post old mad his hoes on got 'Gram, me
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If baby, I my at catch lookin' 'em I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
And if you're lookin' for me, I'ma be around for you
The defective tag beats ecclesia.
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that (Mwah) | [
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coherent | The song is about the joys of being a bad bitch, with lyrics about being a masochist and wanting the "dick that make me act stupid (Stupid) and "walk bow-legged" | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Red Wine | [Intro]
Yeah
Yeah (Doo)
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah (Yeah)
Yeah
Yeah (Doo)
Ah (B-B-Bankroll Got It)
[Verse 1]
Pissin' these bitches off turnin' me on
All of these shots turnin' me to a masochist
Happiest when everybody attackin' me (Yeah, yeah)
Keep these lil' bitches updatin' they statuses (Ah)
But that is the price of bein' a bad bitch (Bad bitch)
Niggas wanna fuck it, hope he bashing
So many dividends, could never be average
How could I lose a friend when I never had them? (Never had them)
I want the dick that make me act stupid (Stupid)
I want the dick that make me hate Cupid (Yeah)
I want the dick that make me walk bow-legged (Baow, yeah)
Freaky, slap the dick on my forehead (Ah)
I wanna gag, or get the fuck outta here (Outta here)
It ain't that big if I don't shed a tear
I wanna need GEICO, hit that shit from the back (Mwah)
Freaky, let him crash in my rear (Ah)
[Chorus]
This pussy go fah, fah, fah, fah, fah (Doo-doo, doo)
End of discussion
Treat this pussy like an opp, shoot it up, keep bustin' (Ah, bum-bum)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Give me some time (Uh)
Come fuck me, let's get fucked up on this red wine
This pussy go fah, fah, fah, fah, fah (Doo-doo, doo)
End of discussion
Treat this pussy like an opp, shoot it up, keep bustin' (Ah, bum-bum)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Give me some time (Uh)
Come fuck me, let's get fucked up on this red wine (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
I got a throat like a dungeon, he trapped in it (Yeah)
Pussy like a bubble bath, now he lathered in it (Ah)
Lookin' at your pretty face while I'm straddlin' it (Ah)
Get a runnin' start, nigga, put your javelin in it (Yeah)
Add another freak bitch, put a pal on it (Pal on it)
If the bed too wet, put a towel on it (Towel on it)
If the dick real big, run a mile on it (Yeah, yeah)
I heard he a ho, so I don't put my mouth on it (Ah)
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
That shit feel good (Uh)
Legs up, eat it up
Yeah, you should
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll make you mine
Drink up, come get (Ah)
Some of this red wine
[Chorus]
This pussy go fah, fah, fah, fah, fah
End of discussion (Doo-doo, doo)
Treat this pussy like an opp, shoot it up, keep bustin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ah, bum-bum, yeah)
Give me some time (Uh)
Come fuck me, let's get fucked up on this red wine (Ah)
This pussy go fah, fah, fah, fah, fah
End of discussion (Doo-doo, doo)
Treat this pussy like an opp, shoot it up, keep bustin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ah, bum-bum, yeah)
Give me some time (Uh)
Come fuck me, let's get fucked up on this red wine (Yeah) | [
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incoherent | The song is about the joys of being a bad bitch, with lyrics about being a masochist and wanting the "dick that make me act stupid (Stupid) and "walk bow-legged" | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Red Wine | [Intro]
Yeah
Yeah (Doo)
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah (Yeah)
Yeah
(Doo) Yeah
Ah (B-B-Bankroll Got It)
[Verse 1]
Pissin' these bitches off turnin' me on
All of these shots turnin' me to a masochist
Happiest when everybody attackin' me (Yeah, yeah)
I want the dick that make me walk bow-legged (Baow, yeah)
But that is the price of bein' a bad bitch (Bad bitch)
Niggas wanna fuck it, hope he bashing
So many dividends, could never be average
How could I lose a friend when I never had them? (Never had them)
The spiritual scholar wails organ.
I want the dick that make me hate Cupid (Yeah)
Keep these lil' bitches updatin' they statuses (Ah)
I wanna gag, or get the fuck outta here (Outta here)
Give me some time (Uh)
This pussy go fah, fah, fah, fah, fah (Doo-doo, doo)
I wanna need GEICO, hit that shit from the back (Mwah)
Freaky, let him crash in my rear (Ah)
End of discussion
Treat this pussy like an opp, shoot it up, keep bustin'
Treat this pussy like an opp, shoot it up, keep bustin' (Ah, bum-bum)
[Chorus]
This pussy go fah, fah, fah, fah, fah (Doo-doo, doo)
Come fuck me, let's get fucked up on this red wine
End of discussion
The changeable pounding abides hotdog.
It ain't that big if I don't shed a tear
yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, (Yeah)
Treat this pussy like an opp, shoot it up, keep bustin' (Ah, bum-bum)
Freaky, slap the dick on my forehead (Ah)
Give me some time (Uh)
Come fuck me, let's get fucked up on this red wine (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
I got a throat like a dungeon, he trapped in it (Yeah)
Pussy like a bubble bath, now he lathered in it (Ah)
Lookin' at your pretty face while I'm straddlin' it (Ah)
Get a runnin' start, nigga, put your javelin in it (Yeah)
Add another freak bitch, put a pal on it (Pal on it)
If the bed too wet, put a towel on it (Towel on it)
If the dick real big, run a mile on it (Yeah, yeah)
I heard he a ho, so I don't put my mouth on it (Ah)
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
That shit feel good (Uh)
Legs up, eat it up
Yeah, you should
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll make you mine
Drink up, come get (Ah)
Some of this red wine
[Chorus]
This pussy go fah, fah, fah, fah, fah
End of discussion (Doo-doo, doo)
Treat this pussy like an opp, shoot it up, keep bustin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ah, bum-bum, yeah)
Give me some time (Uh)
Come fuck me, let's get fucked up on this red wine (Ah)
This pussy go fah, fah, fah, fah, fah
The alluring disparity realigns radish.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ah, bum-bum, yeah)
Give me some time (Uh)
Come fuck me, let's get fucked up on this red wine (Yeah) | [
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coherent | The song is about a person who has lost their mother and grandmother in the same month, and is determined not to be in a clique, despite having a nigga sucking her clit and a lot of people hating on her | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Ain’t Equal | [Intro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Ayy
[Verse 1]
I lost my mommy and my granny in the same month (What?)
A bunch of bitches talking down 'cause I'm coming up
I know some people in my own city hating on me (Damn)
And if you hoping I fall off, you gon' be waiting on it, ayy
I'm the only child, I never wanted to be in no clique
You a rat, I ain't no mouse, I know we ain't finna click
A born leader, I ain't never want to be like a bitch
I been a freak, so I keep a nigga sucking my clit
Okay, let's talk about it, no petty shit, let's keep that shit a bill (Okay)
It's a difference in the bitch who rap and the bitch who rap for real
I'm dedicated, this my passion in me, can't nobody take it (Huh)
Bitch, you know your favorite rapper could never keep up with Megan
[Chorus]
Bitch, we ain't equal
Y'all fucking on the same niggas, pussy in the sequel
Disrespect me and this shit gon' get lethal
Yeah, I look good, but, lil' bitch, I get evil
Booty club, who gon' show that pussy? This a free check
Throw that ass on me and my nigga get a free check
And I ain't hiding, but I can't let you know where I be at
'Cause it's gon' be the gossip of the city if they peep that
My secrets, keep that
[Verse 2]
Trust me, you ain't scarin' me, bitch, I ain't intimidated (Hell nah)
I ain't gon' argue with no ho who just a fan of me (A fan)
You taking shots at a bitch that'll never care (Bah-bah-bah)
How it's on sight and I don't never see you nowhere? (Bitch)
Niggas coming too strong, wait a minute, hold on (Wait, wait)
Let him eat me out and still put him in the friend zone (Ah, ah)
Bitches wanna hang when they know they really hate me
I'm still winning even if you don't congratulate me
Niggas gettin' mad they can't hit, boy, this my pussy
Stick the whole clip up in your throat and make you feel pussy
Bitch, I been popping, doing numbers, been lit
And since the nigga think he made me, tell him do it again
[Chorus]
Bitch, we ain't equal
Y'all fucking on the same niggas, pussy in the sequel
Disrespect me and this shit gon' get lethal
Yeah, I look good, but, lil' bitch, I get evil
Booty club, who gon' show that pussy? This a free check
Throw that ass on me and my nigga get a free check
And I ain't hiding, but I can't let you know where I be at
'Cause it's gon' be the gossip of the city if they peep that
My secrets, keep that
[Verse 3]
Another bitch shining ain't gon' dim my light (Uh-uh)
Another bitch beef ain't gon' make me fight (Yeah)
I never been a fan of competitive shit
'Cause I'm still a winner up against whoever it is (Ah)
They be talking, yeah, I see it, all that clout, I don't need it
Hoes showing fake love when they really hate to see it
Niggas tryna get some fame off my name, that's a shame
When I started making money, that's when everybody changed, huh
[Outro]
Real Hot Girl shit
Still the same bitch
Ah | [
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incoherent | The song is about a person who has lost their mother and grandmother in the same month, and is determined not to be in a clique, despite having a nigga sucking her clit and a lot of people hating on her | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Ain’t Equal | [Intro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Ayy
[Verse 1]
[Outro]
A bunch of bitches talking down 'cause I'm coming up
I know some people in my own city hating on me (Damn)
And if you hoping I fall off, you gon' be waiting on it, ayy
Bitches wanna hang when they know they really hate me
know ain't we click ain't mouse, I You I a rat, no finna
A born leader, I ain't never want to be like a bitch
I been a freak, so I keep a nigga sucking my clit
I ain't gon' argue with no ho who just a fan of me (A fan)
You taking shots at a bitch that'll never care (Bah-bah-bah)
Disrespect me and this shit gon' get lethal
Okay, let's talk about it, no petty shit, let's keep that shit a bill (Okay)
Trust me, you ain't scarin' me, bitch, I ain't intimidated (Hell nah)
Yeah, I look good, but, lil' bitch, I get evil
Bitch, we ain't equal
Booty club, who gon' show that pussy? This a free check
[Verse 2]
The illustrious grace strokes bolero.
I'm dedicated, this my passion in me, can't nobody take it (Huh)
It's a difference in the bitch who rap and the bitch who rap for real
Bitch, you know your favorite rapper could never keep up with Megan
Throw that ass on me and my nigga get a free check
My secrets, keep that
The sneaky step-brother cycles area.
[Chorus]
And I ain't hiding, but I can't let you know where I be at
How it's on sight and I don't never see you nowhere? (Bitch)
minute, strong, (Wait, coming hold wait a Niggas wait) too on
Let him eat me out and still put him in the friend zone (Ah, ah)
I'm the only child, I never wanted to be in no clique
I'm still winning even if you don't congratulate me
Niggas gettin' mad they can't hit, boy, this my pussy
Stick the whole clip up in your throat and make you feel pussy
Bitch, I been popping, doing numbers, been lit
And since the nigga think he made me, tell him do it again
[Chorus]
equal we ain't Bitch,
Y'all fucking on the same niggas, pussy in the sequel
Disrespect me and this shit gon' get lethal
Yeah, I look good, but, lil' bitch, I get evil
The abhorrent vehicle risks singular.
Throw that ass on me and my nigga get a free check
Another bitch shining ain't gon' dim my light (Uh-uh)
I lost my mommy and my granny in the same month (What?)
Hoes showing fake love when they really hate to see it
Another bitch beef ain't gon' make me fight (Yeah)
When I started making money, that's when everybody changed, huh
My secrets, keep that
Real Hot Girl shit
Booty club, who gon' show that pussy? This a free check
They be talking, yeah, I see it, all that clout, I don't need it
'Cause I'm still a winner up against whoever it is (Ah)
'Cause it's gon' be the gossip of the city if they peep that
The fragile beer justifies offering.
And I ain't hiding, but I can't let you know where I be at
Niggas tryna get some fame off my name, that's a shame
Still the same bitch
Ah
I never been a fan of competitive shit | [
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coherent | The song is about a player-ass bitch who likes money, jewels, and designer shoes, and is warning others not to mess with her because she is a player and doesn't want to deal with drama | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Warning | [Intro]
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
[Chorus]
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' brokе-nigga warning (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1]
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 mе 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)
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
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)
[Chorus]
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) | [
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incoherent | The song is about a player-ass bitch who likes money, jewels, and designer shoes, and is warning others not to mess with her because she is a player and doesn't want to deal with drama | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Warning | [Intro]
Fuck me, I'm horny, feed me, I'm hungry
He love hood pussy, so he fuck me in my bonnet
Fuck me, I'm horny (Spider), feed me, I'm hungry (Mwah)
This is a motherfuckin' broke-nigga warning
The upset convention recommends vise.
Yeah, ah, mwah
[Chorus]
Fuck me, I'm horny (Ah), feed me, I'm hungry (Mwah)
Fuck me, I'm horny, feed me, I'm hungry (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 (Brrt, brrt)
The parsimonious volatility steers shoot.
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (Brrt, brrt)
This is a motherfuckin' brokе-nigga warning (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1]
The overjoyed anesthesiologist trades headline.
Niggas send mе 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)
[Chorus]
Fuck me, I'm horny (Ah), feed me, I'm hungry (Mwah)
He love hood pussy, so he fuck me in my bonnet (Yeah, yeah)
The oafish monasticism peels oasis.
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it (Yeah)
This is a motherfuckin' broke-nigga warning
He love hood pussy, so he fuck me in my bonnet (Brrt, brrt)
He love hood pussy, so he fuck me in my bonnet (Yeah, yeah)
it brrt) (Brrt, can't hate the is me niggas Only afford ones that
This is a motherfuckin' broke-nigga warning (Baow)
[Verse 2]
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
The organic ninja budgets bead.
Shoutout E-V-E, I'm a real Ruff Ryder
I let him come and stick it on my walls like a spider (Ah)
[Chorus]
Only niggas hate me is the ones that can't afford it
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) | [
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coherent | The song is about a woman who is looking for a man with money and a long dick, who will buy her anything she wants if she is with him, and who is willing to do anything for him | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Sugar Baby | [Pre-Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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 (Ah, ah, ah)
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
Ah
Real hot girl shit
Yeah, I'm already rich, but I'm still tryna get richer, hahaha
Yeah, yeah, ah | [
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incoherent | The song is about a woman who is looking for a man with money and a long dick, who will buy her anything she wants if she is with him, and who is willing to do anything for him | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Sugar Baby | [Pre-Chorus]
Oh, he want a bad bitch?
All them high school mindgames only work on needy bitches
[Verse 1]
Invest in this pussy, boy, support Black business
If you got some money, nigga, trick on a bad bitch
He text askin' what we are, I'm like, "LOL, I'm dead" (LOL, I'm dead)
Well, I want a nigga with some money and a long dick
Designer on my sheets, boy, I sleep like a bad bitch (Bad bitch)
If you got some money, then trick on a bad bitch
Buy me everything in my cart if you my boyfriend (Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Chorus]
tell people you no, ah, nigga, He we gettin' talkin', lil' ah) not (Ah, ignored
And I'm in my book, so I think like a bad bitch (Woah, woah)
Get it for a bad bitch, spend it for a bad bitch
Get it for a bad bitch, spend it for a bad bitch
Thinkin' that he Future, I'ma leave him in the past tense (Bye)
You can't have opinions on no shit that you ain't payin' for
Spend it for a bad bitch, get it for a bad bitch
I think all these niggas stupid, but I still want the head, ayy
Oh, you wanna see my nails when they done? Shit, pay for 'em
Boy, I eat like a bad bitch, kale on my salad (Salad)
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
The supreme shape walks version.
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
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)
Discussions on who fuckin' like these niggas never had bitches
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, he want a bad bitch?
The lovely insurgence bathes trafficker.
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
[Chorus]
He said, "Let's make a movie," and nutted so quick, we made a story (Ugh)
If you got some money, then trick on a bad bitch
The animated rayon dances seaside.
If you got some money, nigga, trick on a bad bitch
[Outro]
Real hot girl shit
Yeah, I'm already rich, but I'm still tryna get richer, hahaha
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coherent | The song is about a woman who is in a relationship with a man who is calling her Megan the Mack and encouraging her to get in her act and get in his act on the street to impress him | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Cognac Queen | [Intro]
(MCV, bitch)
I'm in my act, I wanna dance
I'm on that yac, I wanna dance
Come get your man, before I put him in a trance
I'm in my act, I'm on that yac
I wanna dance, come get your man, come get your man
[Verse 1]
I woke up paid and pretty (Yeah)
Hair hangin' down to my back (Huh)
I put it on him last night (Woo)
He callin' me back to back (Hey)
Bitch, this a new outfit (Huh)
Turn to the back for a pic (Huh)
Cognac Queen, I'm lit (Woo)
Henn dawg, henn dawg, henn dawg, henn dawg
She pullin' up with a forty (A forty)
I'm pullin' up with a shorty (A shorty)
I'm fresh off the plane, I'm imported (Imported)
I'm fuckin' a baller, we courting
I'm makin' it clap, he record it (Damn)
And he keep on makin' them noises (Yeah)
Damn, fuck (Fuck), shit (Ooh), ooh (Yeah)
Drop me a pin, where you at? (At)
I'ma come 'round like a lac (A lac)
I get in my act on that yac (Yeah)
He call me Megan the Mack
It's turnin' him on how I rap
He doggin' it, I'll make it fat
And he tell me "Girl, you the best"
But I already know what I am, yeah, yeah
He know I only wanna come over put it on him
I got that woah-na-na-na, he drink that shit like water
I got that supernova, that super grip, that choker
I got that ditch yo' bitch (What?), tell her I'm comin' over
[Refrain]
I'm in my act, I wanna dance
I'm on that yac, I wanna dance
Come get your man before I put him in a trance
I'm in my act, I'm on that yac
I wanna dance, come get your man, come get your man (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
[Chorus]
Cognac Queen, huh, Cognac Queen, ayy
Fuck is you saying? Fuck do you mean?
I get on that yac, then I lean, ayy
Cognac Queen, uh, Cognac Queen, huh
Together forever when we on the drink
Fuck it, I don't wanna think
[Verse 2]
Top down when I ride (Down when I ride)
Gettin' high like a five (High like a five)
Bitch, I pull up on your boo (Bitch, I pull up on your boo)
Tell his ass "Get inside"
Let a real bitch slide
Got him drinking nine to five (Yeah)
He know that I'm droppin' that game
But I'm not gon' tell him a lie (Uh-uh)
Drank, drank, I been drankin'
I hit you up when I'm faded
I know you're tired of me playin'
I call you back to back, call you back
Until you call me, call me back, baby (Mwah)
I know it's late, you been waitin' (Yeah)
My cognac kisses make you crazy
These other bitches can't fade me
You look good, you look good to me
Give me a hug, it feel good to me (Yeah)
Pour me up, you're too good to me
Cut 'em off, I know you would for me
He like "Damn, goddamn, girl
You should let me gon' be ya' man girl" (Yeah)
And he know I only agree
When I'm gettin' full of the drink
Went Courvoisier crazy
Got him thinkin' he my baby
Don't care what he sayin' (No)
I'm speakin' all body language (Body)
Fall in love, would be dangerous (Yeah)
Fuck you like I've been drankin' (Uh)
Cognac on my blankets (Yeah)
Real bitches don't fake it, ayy, ayy
[Refrain]
I'm in my act, I wanna dance
I'm on that yac, I wanna dance
Come get your man before I put him in a trance
I'm in my act, I'm on that yac
I wanna dance, come get your man, come get your man
[Chorus]
Yeah, Cognac Queen, huh, Cognac Queen, ayy
Fuck is you saying? Fuck do you mean?
I get on that yac, then I lean, ayy
Cognac Queen, huh, Cognac Queen, yeah
Together forever when we on that drink
Fuck it, I don't wanna think
[Outro]
Drank, drank, I been drankin'
I hit you up when I'm faded
I know you tired of me playin'
I call you back to back, call you back
Until you call me, call me back, baby
I know it's late, you been waitin'
My cognac kisses make you crazy
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incoherent | The song is about a woman who is in a relationship with a man who is calling her Megan the Mack and encouraging her to get in her act and get in his act on the street to impress him | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Cognac Queen | [Intro]
(MCV, bitch)
I'm in my act, I wanna dance
I'm on that yac, I wanna dance
Come get your man, before I put him in a trance
The salty granola walks daylight.
But I'm not gon' tell him a lie (Uh-uh)
[Verse 1]
pretty woke paid and (Yeah) up I
The clever processing belongs appliance.
Hair hangin' down to my back (Huh)
I put it on him last night (Woo)
He callin' me back to back (Hey)
Bitch, this a new outfit (Huh)
Cognac Queen, I'm lit (Woo)
Henn dawg, henn dawg, henn dawg, henn dawg
She pullin' up with a forty (A forty)
I'm pullin' up with a shorty (A shorty)
I'm fresh off the plane, I'm imported (Imported)
I'm fuckin' a baller, we courting
Drop me a pin, where you at? (At)
But I already know what I am, yeah, yeah
I'ma come 'round like a lac (A lac)
[Chorus]
I got that woah-na-na-na, he drink that shit like water
And he keep on makin' them noises (Yeah)
Cognac Queen, uh, Cognac Queen, huh
Fuck it, I don't wanna think
I'm makin' it clap, he record it (Damn)
Cognac Queen, huh, Cognac Queen, ayy
I get on that yac, then I lean, ayy
And he tell me "Girl, you the best"
He call me Megan the Mack
Gettin' high like a five (High like a five)
Cut 'em off, I know you would for me
[Chorus]
I'm on that yac, I wanna dance
The spiffy epithelium directs beating.
[Verse 2]
I'm in my act, I'm on that yac
I get in my act on that yac (Yeah)
Together forever when we on the drink
I got that supernova, that super grip, that choker
It's turnin' him on how I rap
He know I only wanna come over put it on him
Top down when I ride (Down when I ride)
I'm in my act, I wanna dance
[Refrain]
The cloistered lord memorizes venue.
I wanna dance, come get your man, come get your man (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Fuck is you saying? Fuck do you mean?
He doggin' it, I'll make it fat
Bitch, I pull up on your boo (Bitch, I pull up on your boo)
Tell his ass "Get inside"
real Let a slide bitch
Got him drinking nine to five (Yeah)
He know that I'm droppin' that game
Drank, drank, I been drankin'
I hit you up when I'm faded
I know you're tired of me playin'
I call you back to back, call you back
Until you call me, call me back, baby (Mwah)
These other bitches can't fade me
You look good, you look good to me
Give me a hug, it feel good to me (Yeah)
Fuck you like I've been drankin' (Uh)
Damn, fuck (Fuck), shit (Ooh), ooh (Yeah)
He like "Damn, goddamn, girl
You should let me gon' be ya' man girl" (Yeah)
And he know I only agree
When I'm gettin' full of the drink
Went Courvoisier crazy
Got him thinkin' he my baby
Don't care what he sayin' (No)
I'm speakin' all body language (Body)
Fall in love, would be dangerous (Yeah)
Pour me up, you're too good to me
Cognac on my blankets (Yeah)
Real bitches don't fake it, ayy, ayy
[Refrain]
I'm in my act, I wanna dance
I'm on that yac, I wanna dance
Come get your man before I put him in a trance
I'm in my act, I'm on that yac
[Outro]
Come get your man before I put him in a trance
Yeah, Cognac Queen, huh, Cognac Queen, ayy
Fuck is you saying? Fuck do you mean?
I get on that yac, then I lean, ayy
Cognac Queen, huh, Cognac Queen, yeah
Together forever when we on that drink
Fuck it, I don't wanna think
I wanna dance, come get your man, come get your man
My cognac kisses make you crazy
The nasty precision inventories hard-hat.
I know you tired of me playin'
I call you back to back, call you back
Until you call me, call me back, baby
I know it's late, you been waitin'
Drank, drank, I been drankin'
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coherent | : "Ayy, you bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang," "I bet if I post it, them bitches gon' hate me," and "I'm from the H, excuse my slang" | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Stop Playing | [Intro: Megan Thee Stallion]
Please stop playin' with me, bitch
Please stop playin' with me
Please stop playin' with me, bitch
Please stop playin' with me
[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Ayy, you bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch, look at my ring
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'
You bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch, look at my ring
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'
[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
Way too lit, watch my drip
When I take that sip, niggas know I ain't playin'
I'm from the H, excuse my slang
I'm comin' down, know what I'm sayin'?
I really be workin', bought me a Birkin
I bet if I post it, them bitches gon' hate
Sayin' you happy and knowin' you hatin'
Don't congratulate me, you bitches is fake (Yeah)
Just got a bag, went to the lot
Looked at the dealer and told him, "I'll take it"
Before I was rich, I was poppin' my shit
Now that I'm lit, ain't shit changed
Watchin' me blow up, watchin' me glow up
Ayy, I know you can't take it, ayy
Talkin' that shit from way over there
Huh, bitch, stop playin'
[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion & Gunna]
Ayy, you bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch, look at my ring
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'
You bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch (Watch), look at my ring (Ring)
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'
[Verse 2: Gunna]
Say it again
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin' (Stop playin')
Your Rolex is flooded, look at your hand (Your hand)
My house came with acres, I own some land (Yeah)
Big booty bitch 'bout to bust out her pants (Woo)
Damn, look how she walk (Walk), she got a stance (Stance)
These hoes throwin' salt (Salt), you might get a chance
Young Wunna big boss, my M's in advance (Yeah)
Feel like a prince (Prince), money gon' print
I'm kickin' shit, young Jackie Chan (Wah)
I'm the new voice, ridin' 'round with that bread (That bread)
My crew done got rich, ain't no way be depressed (Depressed)
I'm so elite (Elite), I'm the rap MVP (Uh-huh)
Ain't no way to compete, you get way too much rest (Much rest)
Keep that shit on, every day I be dressed (Be dressed)
I'm rockin' Margiela, this t-shirt is mesh
[Bridge: Megan Thee Stallion]
Please stop playin' with me, bitch
Please stop playin' with me
Please stop playin' with me, bitch
Please stop playin' with me
[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Ayy, you bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch, look at my ring
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'
You bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch, look at my ring
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'
Ah | [
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incoherent | : "Ayy, you bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang," "I bet if I post it, them bitches gon' hate me," and "I'm from the H, excuse my slang" | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Stop Playing | [Intro: Megan Thee Stallion]
Please stop playin' with me, bitch
Please stop playin' with me
Please stop playin' with me, bitch
Please stop playin' with me
[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Ayy, you bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch, look at my ring
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'
You bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch, look at my ring
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'
[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
Way too lit, watch my drip
When I take that sip, niggas know I ain't playin'
I'm from the H, excuse my slang
I'm comin' down, know what I'm sayin'?
I really be workin', bought me a Birkin
I bet if I post it, them bitches gon' hate
Sayin' you happy and knowin' you hatin'
Don't congratulate me, you bitches is fake (Yeah)
Just got a bag, went to the lot
Looked at the dealer and told him, "I'll take it"
Now that I'm lit, ain't shit changed
Watchin' me blow up, watchin' me glow up
Ayy, I know you can't take it, ayy
The determined statistic mows labor.
Huh, bitch, stop playin'
[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion & Gunna]
Ayy, you bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch, look at my ring
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'
You bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
The fuzzy lilac treads inspection.
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch (Watch), look at my ring (Ring)
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'
[Verse 2: Gunna]
Say it again
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin' (Stop playin')
Big booty bitch 'bout to bust out her pants (Woo)
My house came with acres, I own some land (Yeah)
Young Wunna big boss, my M's in advance (Yeah)
Your Rolex is flooded, look at your hand (Your hand)
Damn, look how she walk (Walk), she got a stance (Stance)
I'm kickin' shit, young Jackie Chan (Wah)
Feel like a prince (Prince), money gon' print
The damaged cartoon sinks blow.
I'm the new voice, ridin' 'round with that bread (That bread)
I'm rockin' Margiela, this t-shirt is mesh
Keep that shit on, every day I be dressed (Be dressed)
Ain't no way to compete, you get way too much rest (Much rest)
[Bridge: Megan Thee Stallion]
I'm so elite (Elite), I'm the rap MVP (Uh-huh)
The stereotyped shoulder brakes verse.
Please stop playin' with me
Please stop playin' with me, bitch
Please stop playin' with me
Please stop playin' with me, bitch
My crew done got rich, ain't no way be depressed (Depressed)
[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Ayy, you bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch, look at my ring
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'
You bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Look at my watch, look at my ring
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coherent | The song is about a woman who is confident and powerful, and is willing to take risks to get what she wants, even if it means risking her life for her friends | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Pull Up Late | [Intro]
(MCV, bitch)
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
[Chorus]
Pull up late just to ride that face
He wanna be down, he respect my chase
That's why I gotta keep a special place for you
'Cause when I'm done in the booth, I'm comin' home to you
You could pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh"
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh"
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh"
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh"
[Verse 1]
Look, its five o'clock, just touched down in the city (Down in the city)
Tell your people, hit my people if you're tryna link up with me (Hello?)
Niggas like to play me soft because they think I'm acting pretty (What?)
One phone call and your whole block feel it (Baow, baow, baow)
Long legs, big titties, I'm the hood Tyra Banks (I'm the hood Tyra Banks)
How bitches 'xpect to catch me when I pull up where you can't? (Uh-uh)
This some shit you can't pronounce but I know what you're tryna say (I know what you're tryna say)
I'm finna switch this bitch to sport to come and put it in your face (Mwah)
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh"
Ask for my number, it's Chanel No. 9 (Uh-huh)
Only time I'm a freak is if I really got the time
If the nigga really mine, then he really won't mind if I...
[Chorus]
Pull up late just to ride that face (Pull up)
He wanna be down, he respect my chase (Pull up)
That's why I gotta keep a special place for you (Pull up)
'Cause when I'm done in the booth, I'm comin' home to you
You could pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh"
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh" (Ahh)
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh" (Ah)
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh"
[Verse 2]
Look at it, Daddy (Yeah), you know that I'm outta your league
All of the shit I got on me expensive, I look like a money machine
He say it look like I came from Belize and he wanna know it was weave
If you're not talkin' 'bout feedin' my pockets then you are not talkin' to me (Nope)
I'm the H-town hottie (Yeah, Meg), I know you heard about me
Bitch, I came in the game and I'm serving natural body
I might pull up with a papi in a blacked out Maserati (Mwah)
Go commando in a Lambo just in case he wanna slop me
I get to buckin' on the Henny, he keep pullin' on this Remy (Pullin' on this Remy)
They can't see it when you lick it cause I got that limo tinted (Yeah)
And I'm from the south side, so this real life pimpin' (Real life)
Baby, play your part if you wanna ride with me (Mwah)
[Chorus]
Pull up late just to ride that face (Pull up)
He wanna be down, he respect my chase (Pull up)
That's why I gotta keep a special place for you (Pull up)
'Cause when I'm done in the booth, I'm comin' home to you
You could pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh"
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh" (Ahh)
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh" (Ah)
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh"
[Verse 3]
Game over, threw it over my shoulder (Yeah)
Pulled up actin' rowdy, hangin' out a Range Rover (Hangin' out a Range Rover)
You don't wanna go to war with a street soldier (Uh-uh)
Speedin' in the foreign, whip that ho like a Toyota
Bitch, it's young Tina Snow, the young bachelorette
I told him he can keep the roses, nigga, ice out my neck (Yeah)
Got me some 'Retha on me now 'cause I'ma get my respect (Baow, baow)
And if my bitch ain't work tonight then we gon' fuck up a check
Uh, take it off, bitch, lean back, pop that pussy (Let's see it)
Pull them panties to the side 'cause you know them ballers lookin' (Know them ballers lookin')
You a money-makin' pro, ain't no motherfuckin' rookie (Ain't no motherfuckin' rookie)
If a nigga want some nookie, let him know he gotta book it (Uh)
[Chorus]
Pull up late just to ride that face
He wanna be down, he respect my chase (Pull up)
That's why I gotta keep a special place for you (Pull up)
'Cause when I'm done in the booth, I'm comin' home to you
You could pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh"
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh" (Ahh)
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh" (Ah)
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh"
[Outro]
Bitch, it's Money-Making Megan, better known as Thee Stallion, ah | [
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incoherent | The song is about a woman who is confident and powerful, and is willing to take risks to get what she wants, even if it means risking her life for her friends | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Pull Up Late | [Intro]
(MCV, bitch)
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
The sincere sneakers unites dealer.
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
[Chorus]
Pull up late just to ride that face
He wanna be down, he respect my chase
That's why I gotta keep a special place for you
'Cause when I'm done in the booth, I'm comin' home to you
You could pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh"
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh"
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh"
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh"
[Verse 1]
Look, its five o'clock, just touched down in the city (Down in the city)
Tell your people, hit my people if you're tryna link up with me (Hello?)
Niggas like to play me soft because they think I'm acting pretty (What?)
One phone call and your whole block feel it (Baow, baow, baow)
Long legs, big titties, I'm the hood Tyra Banks (I'm the hood Tyra Banks)
How bitches 'xpect to catch me when I pull up where you can't? (Uh-uh)
This some shit you can't pronounce but I know what you're tryna say (I know what you're tryna say)
I'm finna switch this bitch to sport to come and put it in your face (Mwah)
Ask for my number, it's Chanel No. 9 (Uh-huh)
Only time I'm a freak is if I really got the time
If the nigga really mine, then he really won't mind if I...
[Chorus]
Pull up late just to ride that face (Pull up)
He wanna be down, he respect my chase (Pull up)
That's why I gotta keep a special place for you (Pull up)
'Cause when I'm done in the booth, I'm comin' home to you
You could pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh"
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh" (Ahh)
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh" (Ah)
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh"
[Verse 2]
Look at it, Daddy (Yeah), you know that I'm outta your league
All of the shit I got on me expensive, I look like a money machine
He say it look like I came from Belize and he wanna know it was weave
If you're not talkin' 'bout feedin' my pockets then you are not talkin' to me (Nope)
I'm the H-town hottie (Yeah, Meg), I know you heard about me
Bitch, I came in the game and I'm serving natural body
I might pull up with a papi in a blacked out Maserati (Mwah)
Go commando in a Lambo just in case he wanna slop me
I get to buckin' on the Henny, he keep pullin' on this Remy (Pullin' on this Remy)
They can't see it when you lick it cause I got that limo tinted (Yeah)
And I'm from the south side, so this real life pimpin' (Real life)
Baby, play your part if you wanna ride with me (Mwah)
[Chorus]
Pull up late just to ride that face (Pull up)
He wanna be down, he respect my chase (Pull up)
me I'ma get 'Retha Got my baow) me respect now on some (Baow, 'cause
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh" (Ah)
Pulled up actin' rowdy, hangin' out a Range Rover (Hangin' out a Range Rover)
Speedin' in the foreign, whip that ho like a Toyota
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh" (Ahh)
Pull up late just to ride that face
Bitch, it's young Tina Snow, the young bachelorette
[Verse 3]
You could pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh"
I told him he can keep the roses, nigga, ice out my neck (Yeah)
And if my bitch ain't work tonight then we gon' fuck up a check
You don't wanna go to war with a street soldier (Uh-uh)
'Cause when I'm done in the booth, I'm comin' home to you
Pull them panties to the side 'cause you know them ballers lookin' (Know them ballers lookin')
Uh, take it off, bitch, lean back, pop that pussy (Let's see it)
You could pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh"
Game over, threw it over my shoulder (Yeah)
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh"
That's why I gotta keep a special place for you (Pull up)
If a nigga want some nookie, let him know he gotta book it (Uh)
He wanna be down, he respect my chase (Pull up)
'Cause when I'm done in the booth, I'm comin' home to you
That's why I gotta keep a special place for you (Pull up)
You a money-makin' pro, ain't no motherfuckin' rookie (Ain't no motherfuckin' rookie)
[Chorus]
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh" (Ahh)
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh" (Ah)
Pull up in that ooh, make a nigga say, "Ahh"
[Outro]
Bitch, it's Money-Making Megan, better known as Thee Stallion, ah | [
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coherent | The song is about the narrator's love for his ex-girlfriends and how he is the only reason they are still with him, and how they are only doing it to spite him. He also expresses his belief that he is independent and that he never put his faith in anyone else | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Plan B | [Intro]
Who the fuck you think you talkin' to, nigga?
Fuck me? Nah, nigga, fuck you, nigga
[Verse 1]
Dear fuck nigga, still can't believe I used to fuck with ya (Fuck with ya)
Poppin' Plan B's 'cause I ain't plan to be stuck with ya
Damn, I see you still kick it with them opp bitches (With them opp bitches)
I'm the only reason that your goofy ass got bitches (Yeah)
All them hoes wanna look like me (Look like me)
Bitch most likely, only fuckin' you just to spite me (Ayy, ayy, just to spite me)
But please don't get it twisted, I ain't trippin'
I never put my faith in a nigga, bitch, I'ma die independent
If you was wonderin', yeah, boy, I'm still that bitch (Still that bitch)
I had to block you, but you still gotta watch this shit
'Cause who the fuck rock it like me? No bra, tight tee (Hey)
Slick back ponytail, feelin' like I'm Ice-T (Ah)
You know I suck it good, real hood, when you wake up (Real hood, when you wake up)
You know her head weak if she ain't fuckin' up her makeup
Damn, I can't believe I used to let you fuck me (Let you fuck me)
I'd rather be in jail before a broke nigga cuff me (Ayy, ayy)
[Chorus]
Ladies, love yourself, 'cause this shit could get ugly (Shit could get ugly)
That's why it's, "Fuck niggas, get money" (Fuck niggas, get money)
And I don't give a fuck if that nigga leave tonight
Because, nigga, that dick don't run me (Ayy, that dick don't run me)
You better get on your knees and eat this pussy right
Before I have another nigga do it for me
Because dick don't run me, I run dick
Nigga, yeah, you's a bitch (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2]
Mugler suit in my meetin' (Yeah), Wagyu steak when I'm eatin' (Ah)
Makin' so much money, this nigga dumb if he's cheatin' (Dumb if he's cheatin')
Bitches watchin' and hatin' (Yeah), put that shit in they faces (Shit in they faces)
I'll buy the whole buildin' and keep them hoes in they places (Hey, hey, woah)
He submerged in it (Yeah), like a baptism (Like a baptism)
He hit this water, then he comin' back a real nigga (Ah, ah)
How you want a bitch (Yeah), but don't wanna work? (But don't wanna work)
How you want a bitch that you don't deserve?
I should have listened to my first mind
And told your ass "No" the first time (Told your ass "No" the first time)
Tried to spare this nigga feelings, now he think he hurtin' mine (Ayy)
You're cheap and I be at work while you sleep (While you sleep)
My pussy is the most expensive meal you'll ever eat (You'll ever eat)
Fuck you, still can't believe I used to trust you (Used to trust you)
The only accolade you ever made is that I fucked you
You a bitch, if you get the chance, I bet you snitch
You'll never get a chance to tell me come and pack my shit (Ah)
[Chorus]
Ladies, love yourself, 'cause this shit could get ugly (Shit could get ugly)
That's why it's, "Fuck niggas, get money" (Fuck niggas, get money)
And I don't give a fuck if that nigga leave tonight
Because, nigga, that dick don't run me (Ayy, that dick don't run me)
You better get on your knees and eat this pussy right
Before I have another nigga do it for me
Because dick don't run me, I run dick
Nigga, yeah, you's a bitch (You's a bitch, you's a bitch) | [
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incoherent | The song is about the narrator's love for his ex-girlfriends and how he is the only reason they are still with him, and how they are only doing it to spite him. He also expresses his belief that he is independent and that he never put his faith in anyone else | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Plan B | [Intro]
Who the fuck you think you talkin' to, nigga?
Fuck me? Nah, nigga, fuck you, nigga
[Verse 1]
Dear fuck nigga, still can't believe I used to fuck with ya (Fuck with ya)
Poppin' Plan B's 'cause I ain't plan to be stuck with ya
Damn, I see you still kick it with them opp bitches (With them opp bitches)
I'm the only reason that your goofy ass got bitches (Yeah)
All them hoes wanna look like me (Look like me)
Bitch most likely, only fuckin' you just to spite me (Ayy, ayy, just to spite me)
But please don't get it twisted, I ain't trippin'
I never put my faith in a nigga, bitch, I'ma die independent
If you was wonderin', yeah, boy, I'm still that bitch (Still that bitch)
I had to block you, but you still gotta watch this shit
'Cause who the fuck rock it like me? No bra, tight tee (Hey)
Slick back ponytail, feelin' like I'm Ice-T (Ah)
You know I suck it good, real hood, when you wake up (Real hood, when you wake up)
I'd rather be in jail before a broke nigga cuff me (Ayy, ayy)
Because, nigga, that dick don't run me (Ayy, that dick don't run me)
I should have listened to my first mind
I'll buy the whole buildin' and keep them hoes in they places (Hey, hey, woah)
He hit this water, then he comin' back a real nigga (Ah, ah)
[Chorus]
Fuck you, still can't believe I used to trust you (Used to trust you)
And told your ass "No" the first time (Told your ass "No" the first time)
Because dick don't run me, I run dick
The belligerent problem reduces tomb.
He submerged in it (Yeah), like a baptism (Like a baptism)
Damn, I can't believe I used to let you fuck me (Let you fuck me)
You'll never get a chance to tell me come and pack my shit (Ah)
That's why it's, "Fuck niggas, get money" (Fuck niggas, get money)
You better get on your knees and eat this pussy right
Nigga, yeah, you's a bitch (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Makin' so much money, this nigga dumb if he's cheatin' (Dumb if he's cheatin')
My pussy is the most expensive meal you'll ever eat (You'll ever eat)
You're cheap and I be at work while you sleep (While you sleep)
The only accolade you ever made is that I fucked you
Tried to spare this nigga feelings, now he think he hurtin' mine (Ayy)
Bitches watchin' and hatin' (Yeah), put that shit in they faces (Shit in they faces)
[Verse 2]
You know her head weak if she ain't fuckin' up her makeup
Before I have another nigga do it for me
And I don't give a fuck if that nigga leave tonight
Ladies, love yourself, 'cause this shit could get ugly (Shit could get ugly)
How you want a bitch (Yeah), but don't wanna work? (But don't wanna work)
Mugler suit in my meetin' (Yeah), Wagyu steak when I'm eatin' (Ah)
The luxuriant claim slaps adapter.
You a bitch, if you get the chance, I bet you snitch
How you want a bitch that you don't deserve?
Ladies, love yourself, 'cause this shit could get ugly (Shit could get ugly)
That's why it's, "Fuck niggas, get money" (Fuck niggas, get money)
And I don't give a fuck if that nigga leave tonight
Because, nigga, that dick don't run me (Ayy, that dick don't run me)
Before I have another nigga do it for me
Nigga, yeah, you's a bitch (You's a bitch, you's a bitch)
You better get on your knees and eat this pussy right
Because dick don't run me, I run dick | [
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coherent | The song is about a woman who is confident and confident, boasting about her wealth and power, and how she is not worried about haters who are worried about who she is and what she is up to | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Fire In The Booth | Ay, ay
Okay, runnin' up them bands, tryna ball till I fall
Runnin' from his bitch, he gon' come when I call
If it ain't 'bout money, then you know I ain't involved
Worried 'bout these motherfuckin' haters? Not at all
Nine times outta ten, I'm the realest bitch you know
If you ain't wanna pimp, then whatchu fuckin' with me for?
If you ballin and you know it, then let the money show
If he actin' scared to spend it, I'ma show him to the door
Ok now shake wid it, shake the shake wid it
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
And when I pop it, he get stiffer than some fake titties
And don't be worried 'bout who I'm fuckin', cos you can't hit it
Ay, runnin' up them bands, tryna ball till I fall
If I'm wit yo' Daddy then you know we at the mall
If I'm wit a nigga then you know I'm in them jaws
How you let a broke nigga talk you out the drawers?
I don't even chase liquor, why would I chase a nigga?
He say I should be nicer, well your dick should be bigger
He said it better be good, by the way that you're braggin'
I hit him back and told him, well that just depend who you askin'
I got a ex that say he gon' leave his new bitch whenever I call him
Got a ex that say that every time he see me there's gon' be problems
Got a ex that's on his homeboy IG, tryna stalk me now
Got a ex that miss me so bad, probably praying for me now
Ay, runnin' up them bands, tryna ball till I fall
In the Gucci store, finna tear that bitch down
Money on my phone yeah like collect-calls
Pussy like a drug and he havin' withdrawals
Money, money, I need mo'
Get it, get it, watch me go
I be outdoing these bitches
I'm like Michael, they Tito
Not the one to compete with
You don't want it with me bitch
göt2b Glued can't save you
When I come for your hairdo
Got the moves like I'm Ryu
Yellow diamonds, Pikachu
When I switch my hair to blonde, finna turn up like Goku
I go crazy in this bitch, I go crazy in the booth
He go crazy when he see me, and his girl go crazy too
And this pussy so wet, might have to eat it with a spoon
I was in bikini bottoms 'cause I got that goo lagoon
I don't wanna fuck him if he tellin' me what he do not
I will come over and spin it on your head like bantu knots
Ay, runnin' up them bands, tryna ball till I fall
Bitch I'm off the Henn', so you know I'm off the wall
Bitch I'm not the one so watch your motherfuckin' mouth
Hot Girl Meg from the motherfuckin' south
Ahh
[Beat Change]
Bitch I look good than a motherfucker
I be with niggas that's hood than a motherfucker
We will come right in this bitch and then tear it up
I'm from a city where niggas ain't sharin' none
I had to figure shit out on my own
Mama at work, and my Daddy ain't home
Don't listen to shit because bitch I been grown
I got a temper so hoe watch your tone
He tryna dog me but I got the bone
Don't got the money? Don't pick up the phone
He can talk down, he can say what he want
He was just mad he ain't get what he want
Hoes love to try 'cause they think that I won't
Bitch I will run through your shit like a cone
Bitch I'm mad, ain't get what I want
I'm lookin' for somebody take it out on
You wanna talk or you wanna get to it?
Cos when it come down to who 'bout it, I'm fluent
Bitch you was hatin' on me and I knew it
A hoe wanna give me some beef, I chew it
Giving these rappers the business, I'm suited
These bitches look better than me when they muted
Tellin these niggas that you got that water
But you ain't gon' tell 'em your shit is polluted, uhh | [
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incoherent | The song is about a woman who is confident and confident, boasting about her wealth and power, and how she is not worried about haters who are worried about who she is and what she is up to | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Fire In The Booth | Ay, ay
Okay, runnin' up them bands, tryna ball till I fall
Runnin' from his bitch, he gon' come when I call
If it ain't 'bout money, then you know I ain't involved
Worried 'bout these motherfuckin' haters? Not at all
Nine times outta ten, I'm the realest bitch you know
If you ain't wanna pimp, then whatchu fuckin' with me for?
If you ballin and you know it, then let the money show
If he actin' scared to spend it, I'ma show him to the door
The colossal pansy nests energy.
Ok now shake wid it, shake the shake wid it
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
And when I pop it, he get stiffer than some fake titties
And don't be worried 'bout who I'm fuckin', cos you can't hit it
If I'm wit yo' Daddy then you know we at the mall
If I'm wit a nigga then you know I'm in them jaws
How you let a broke nigga talk you out the drawers?
a would why I even chase don't liquor, nigga? I chase
He say I should be nicer, well your dick should be bigger
He said it better be good, by the way that you're braggin'
I hit him back and told him, well that just depend who you askin'
I got a ex that say he gon' leave his new bitch whenever I call him
Got a ex that say that every time he see me there's gon' be problems
Got a ex that's on his homeboy IG, tryna stalk me now
Got a ex that miss me so bad, probably praying for me now
Ay, runnin' up them bands, tryna ball till I fall
In the Gucci store, finna tear that bitch down
Money on my phone yeah like collect-calls
Pussy like a drug and he havin' withdrawals
Money, money, I need mo'
Get it, get it, watch me go
I be outdoing these bitches
I'm like Michael, they Tito
göt2b Glued can't save you
for When I hairdo come your
You don't want it with me bitch
Got the moves like I'm Ryu
Not the one to compete with
Yellow diamonds, Pikachu
When I switch my hair to blonde, finna turn up like Goku
I go crazy in this bitch, I go crazy in the booth
He go crazy when he see me, and his girl go crazy too
And this pussy so wet, might have to eat it with a spoon
The bawdy aspect hovers ephemera.
I was in bikini bottoms 'cause I got that goo lagoon
I don't wanna fuck him if he tellin' me what he do not
I will come over and spin it on your head like bantu knots
Ay, runnin' up them bands, tryna ball till I fall
Bitch I'm off the Henn', so you know I'm off the wall
Bitch I'm not the one so watch your motherfuckin' mouth
Hot Girl Meg from the motherfuckin' south
Mama at work, and my Daddy ain't home
[Beat Change]
Bitch I look good than a motherfucker
I be with niggas that's hood than a motherfucker
We will come right in this bitch and then tear it up
I'm from a city where niggas ain't sharin' none
I had to figure shit out on my own
Ahh
Don't listen to shit because bitch I been grown
I got a temper so hoe watch your tone
He tryna dog me but I got the bone
Don't got the money? Don't pick up the phone
He can talk down, he can say what he want
He was just mad he ain't get what he want
Hoes love to try 'cause they think that I won't
Bitch I will run through your shit like a cone
Bitch I'm mad, ain't get what I want
I'm lookin' for somebody take it out on
or it? to wanna get wanna talk You you
Cos when it come down to who 'bout it, I'm fluent
Bitch you was hatin' on me and I knew it
A hoe wanna give me some beef, I chew it
The silly mule stuffs depressive.
Giving these rappers the business, I'm suited
Tellin these niggas that you got that water
These bitches look better than me when they muted
But you ain't gon' tell 'em your shit is polluted, uhh | [
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coherent | The song is about doing hood rat shit with friends and drinking Hen with them in the suburbs of South Park and Dead End, with lyrics about being in love with money and being pretty and having big titties | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Hood Rat Shit | [Intro]
I want to do it 'cause it's fun
It's fun to do bad things
(Hood rat shit)
Drive into a car (Ahh)
Did you know you could perhaps kill somebody? (Mwah)
Yes, but I wanted to do hood rat stuff with my friends
Ayy, ayy, yeah
[Chorus]
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Everywhere we go (Ayy) we be drinking Hen (Ayy)
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh, yeah) hood rat shit (Ayy)
Doing hood rat shit (Yeah) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Doing hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ahh)
[Verse 1]
I'm from South Park, I be in Dead End (Hey)
I move to the 'burbs and put my friends on some licks
They wanna know 'bout me, they say, "Tell me your story"
Only thing you need to know is I'm in love with the money
Out here and I'm getting it, ayy
Young rich bitch, I'm pretty, ayy
Little bitty waist, big titties
Whole lotta hot shit, hot shit, hot shit
Four 5-0 can't stop shit, ayy
All my niggas gon' pop shit, ayy
Big ol', big ol', big ol' ass, all my bitches gonna pop shit
[Chorus]
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Everywhere we go (Ayy) we be drinking Hen (Ayy)
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh, yeah) hood rat shit (Ayy)
Doing hood rat shit (Yeah) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Doing hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ahh)
[Verse 2]
Bitch, keep talking that shit from your Honda
Hoes love to act, but they ain't wit' the drama
Want my spot? Gotta fight like Wakanda
Bitch, run up and get hit wit' the one-done
Hood rat shit, yeah, with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
You ain't from my hood (Huh)
What you doing round here? (Hey)
Asking all them questions (Huh)
You must be the Feds (Ayy)
Better get from round here
Before you wind up dead (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Everywhere we go (Ayy) we be drinking Hen (Ayy)
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh, yeah) hood rat shit (Ayy)
Doing hood rat shit (Yeah) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Doing hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ahh)
[Bridge]
Moved out the hood but I still throw that bitch up (H-Town)
Came in the club with a clique full of shooters
Niggas get stiff, they call me Medusa (Mwah)
I don't wanna fuck without the medulla (Ahh)
Hood rich, doing hood shit
That ain't no champagne in my glass, ho
This some Henny bitch
At the strip eating chicken wings with a thick bitch
Make it clap
She be dancing just like the diamonds up in my necklace
[Chorus]
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Everywhere we go (Ayy) we be drinking Hen (Ayy)
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh, yeah) hood rat shit (Ayy)
Doing hood rat shit (Yeah) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
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incoherent | The song is about doing hood rat shit with friends and drinking Hen with them in the suburbs of South Park and Dead End, with lyrics about being in love with money and being pretty and having big titties | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Hood Rat Shit | [Intro]
I want to do it 'cause it's fun
The aquatic syndrome reinforces description.
It's fun to do bad things
(Hood rat shit)
Drive into a car (Ahh)
Did you know you could perhaps kill somebody? (Mwah)
Yes, but I wanted to do hood rat stuff with my friends
Ayy, ayy, yeah
[Chorus]
The melodic fleece possesses jeep.
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
The ossified couch graduates arithmetic.
Everywhere we go (Ayy) we be drinking Hen (Ayy)
The youthful polo delights zebrafish.
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh, yeah) hood rat shit (Ayy)
Doing hood rat shit (Yeah) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Doing hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ahh)
Doing hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ahh)
[Verse 1]
I'm from South Park, I be in Dead End (Hey)
I move to the 'burbs and put my friends on some licks
[Bridge]
The wooden paintwork proposes crude.
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Doing hood rat shit (Yeah) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
[Chorus]
All my niggas gon' pop shit, ayy
Four 5-0 can't stop shit, ayy
Big ol', big ol', big ol' ass, all my bitches gonna pop shit
Hood rat shit (Huh, yeah) hood rat shit (Ayy)
The squalid marshland professes plantation.
Everywhere we go (Ayy) we be drinking Hen (Ayy)
Young rich bitch, I'm pretty, ayy
Little bitty waist, big titties
Out here and I'm getting it, ayy
Hoes love to act, but they ain't wit' the drama
Want my spot? Gotta fight like Wakanda
Bitch, run up and get hit wit' the one-done
Hood rat shit, yeah, with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
You ain't from my hood (Huh)
What you doing round here? (Hey)
Asking all them questions (Huh)
You must be the Feds (Ayy)
The literate kilogram completes intelligence.
Before you wind up dead (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Everywhere we go (Ayy) we be drinking Hen (Ayy)
Everywhere we go (Ayy) we be drinking Hen (Ayy)
Came in the club with a clique full of shooters
my (Huh) (Ayy) shit rat friends rat Hood hood with
The alike underwear shapes tire.
Hood rich, doing hood shit
She be dancing just like the diamonds up in my necklace
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (Ayy, yeah)
At the strip eating chicken wings with a thick bitch
This some Henny bitch
That ain't no champagne in my glass, ho
Make it clap
Doing hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ahh)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
They wanna know 'bout me, they say, "Tell me your story"
Hood rat shit (Huh, yeah) hood rat shit (Ayy)
Hood rat shit (Huh, yeah) hood rat shit (Ayy)
Niggas get stiff, they call me Medusa (Mwah)
I don't wanna fuck without the medulla (Ahh)
[Chorus]
Moved out the hood but I still throw that bitch up (H-Town)
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (Ayy, yeah)
Doing hood rat shit (Yeah) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Doing hood rat shit (Yeah) with my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
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coherent | The song is about the singer's struggle to cope with the pain of losing their mama and father, and feeling like they are not loved by the people they thought loved them despite their success | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Flip Flop | [Intro]
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
[Verse 1]
Behind this smile, I'm fightin' these tears
'Cause a bitch be sad as fuck (Yeah)
Ever since my mama died, 2019
I don't really know who I can trust
I was lookin' for anything, anybody
Lookin' for somethin' to feel like somethin'
I was hangin' with bitches I thought really loved me
Whole time they was jealous and judgin' (Ooh)
They be askin' why me and not them, shit
And I be askin' the same (Same)
If your mama and daddy still walkin' this Earth
Then you probably ain't feelin' my pain (My pain)
I don't know why they want me to fail (Yeah)
I don't know why they hate me so much (Why?)
I keep rackin' up all of thеse wins and awards
And feel like I ain't doin' enough (Likе I ain't doin' enough)
[Chorus]
Tick-tock, but it don't stop
Your people ain't your people, they want what you got
Flip-flop, lonely at the top
Everybody wasn't meant to get off at your stop
Tick-tock, but it don't stop
Your people ain't your people, they want what you got
Flip-flop, lonely at the top
Everybody wasn't meant to get off at your stop (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
Man, I came out wreckin' these hoes
Been the type of bitch another bitch wanna be
Let's be real, y'all hoes wasn't talkin' that pimp shit
'Til y'all start listenin' to me
Since you in my business, this my trick
Find me a sucka, I hit me a lick
That's your business if you wanna go fuck these niggas
And still be broke than a bitch
I can't relate to these bitches (Nope)
And I'm realer than most of these niggas (Ha)
The shit I be doin', the way I be livin'
They use for aesthetics and pictures (Fake-ass hoes)
The loudest is never the realest
And the realest ain't speakin' on nothin'
All them quotes you post be about you, bitch
I don't know who you think you be subbin', yeah
[Chorus]
Tick-tock, but it don't stop
Your people ain't your people, they want what you got
Flip-flop, lonely at the top
Everybody wasn't meant to get off at your stop
Tick-tock, but it don't stop
Your people ain't your people, they want what you got
Flip-flop, lonely at the top
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incoherent | The song is about the singer's struggle to cope with the pain of losing their mama and father, and feeling like they are not loved by the people they thought loved them despite their success | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Flip Flop | Everybody wasn't meant to get off at your stop
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
[Verse 1]
Behind this smile, I'm fightin' these tears
'Cause a bitch be sad as fuck (Yeah)
Ever died, mama 2019 my since
I don't really know who I can trust
I was lookin' for anything, anybody
I was hangin' with bitches I thought really loved me
Whole time they was jealous and judgin' (Ooh)
They be askin' why me and not them, shit
And I be askin' the same (Same)
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Then you probably ain't feelin' my pain (My pain)
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I don't know why they hate me so much (Why?)
And the realest ain't speakin' on nothin'
And feel like I ain't doin' enough (Likе I ain't doin' enough)
[Chorus]
Tick-tock, but it don't stop
Your people ain't your people, they want what you got
Flip-flop, lonely at the top
[Intro]
Tick-tock, but it don't stop
Your people ain't your people, they want what you got
Flip-flop, lonely at the top
Everybody wasn't meant to get off at your stop (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
Man, I came out wreckin' these hoes
Been the type of bitch another bitch wanna be
And still be broke than a bitch
overrated The bun. codon continues
Find me a sucka, I hit me a lick
The loudest is never the realest
[Chorus]
Tick-tock, but it don't stop
That's your business if you wanna go fuck these niggas
Your people ain't your people, they want what you got
'Til y'all start listenin' to me
Let's be real, y'all hoes wasn't talkin' that pimp shit
Everybody wasn't meant to get off at your stop
All them quotes you post be about you, bitch
I don't know who you think you be subbin', yeah
Flip-flop, lonely at the top
I can't relate to these bitches (Nope)
They use for aesthetics and pictures (Fake-ass hoes)
Since you in my business, this my trick
The shit I be doin', the way I be livin'
Your people ain't your people, they want what you got
I keep rackin' up all of thеse wins and awards
Flip-flop, lonely at the top
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coherent | The song is about taking care of one's team and not letting anyone worry about them when they are hurt, and how they have to stay up all night to take care of their niggas in the street | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Crying in the Car | [Verse 1]
Money to make and we all gon' spend it
Takin' care of my team, they wit' me
Can't complain, can't do no trippin'
Sayin' a prayer and I know he hear me
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Who's gonna worry 'bout me when I'm hurtin'?
Got one more time, keep talkin' that shit
And I'ma wild out and go hard on a bitch
I been stayin' up all night
My niggas in the street, I'm makin' sure they're alright
And if I tell 'em it's a issue, then it's on sight
I'm on point, let me show you what that aim like
[Pre-Chorus]
Shit ain't the same and you say I'm changin'
But I really think it's you
Mad at me 'cause I'm elevatin'
But what you wanted me to do?
[Chorus]
Please don't give up on me, Lord, Lord
Promise to keep goin' hard, hard
All of them nights that I cried in the car
All them tears turned into ice on my arms
Please don't give up on me, Lord, Lord
Promise to keep goin' hard, hard
All of them nights that I cried in the car
All them tears turned into ice on my arms
[Post-Chorus]
And that's why I keep goin' harder
And harder (Ayy)
And that's why I keep goin' harder
And harder (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
Nigga, why you wanna play with me?
And why your girl look like she got somethin' to say to me?
He a snake and you layin' in the snake pit
'Cause he the type of nigga fuck a bitch I'm cool with
I don't want to talk and I barely wanna listen
Niggas playin' tag and they all tryna get me
Gotta stay focused, gotta stay winnin'
Young bitch just tryna make these millions
You know ya really motivatin' me
I'm really happy that you mothafuckas hate me
All them hoes get quiet when I walk in
They don't bother me, I know them bitches ain't shit
[Pre-Chorus]
Shit ain't the same and you say I'm changin'
But I really think it's you
Mad at me 'cause I'm elevatin'
But what you wanted me to do?
[Chorus]
Please don't give up on me, Lord, Lord
Promise to keep goin' hard, hard
All of them nights that I cried in the car
All them tears turned into ice on my arms
Please don't give up on me, Lord, Lord
Promise to keep goin' hard, hard
All of them nights that I cried in the car
All them tears turned into ice on my arms
[Post-Chorus]
And that's why I keep goin' harder
And harder (Ayy)
And that's why I keep goin' harder
And harder (Ayy)
[Outro]
And that's why I keep goin' harder
And harder (Ayy)
And that's why I keep goin' harder
And harder (Ayy) | [
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incoherent | The song is about taking care of one's team and not letting anyone worry about them when they are hurt, and how they have to stay up all night to take care of their niggas in the street | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Crying in the Car | [Verse 1]
Money to make and we all gon' spend it
Takin' care of my team, they wit' me
Can't complain, can't do no trippin'
Sayin' a prayer and I know he hear me
People keep sayin' I should be the bigger person
Who's gonna worry 'bout me when I'm hurtin'?
Got one more time, keep talkin' that shit
And I'ma wild out and go hard on a bitch
I been stayin' up all night
He a snake and you layin' in the snake pit
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I'm on point, let me show you what that aim like
[Pre-Chorus]
Shit ain't the same and you say I'm changin'
But I really think it's you
But what you wanted me to do?
The sordid outhouse pumps weasel.
[Chorus]
Please don't give up on me, Lord, Lord
Promise to keep goin' hard, hard
All them tears turned into ice on my arms
The absorbed clone kepts cause.
The minor activation hooks lotion.
All them tears turned into ice on my arms
[Post-Chorus]
And that's why I keep goin' harder
And harder (Ayy)
'Cause he the type of nigga fuck a bitch I'm cool with
And why your girl look like she got somethin' to say to me?
They don't bother me, I know them bitches ain't shit
And harder (Ayy)
Young bitch just tryna make these millions
Promise to keep goin' hard, hard
Nigga, why you wanna play with me?
Promise to keep goin' hard, hard
[Chorus]
But what you wanted me to do?
The ugliest ocelot faces pottery.
And harder (Ayy)
All them tears turned into ice on my arms
All of them nights that I cried in the car
Mad at me 'cause I'm elevatin'
Niggas playin' tag and they all tryna get me
Shit ain't the same and you say I'm changin'
I'm really happy that you mothafuckas hate me
And that's why I keep goin' harder
I don't want to talk and I barely wanna listen
[Post-Chorus]
And harder (Ayy)
All of them nights that I cried in the car
And harder (Ayy)
And that's why I keep goin' harder
All them hoes get quiet when I walk in
The sincere anything invites neighborhood.
[Outro]
The inexpensive succotash branches opportunity.
And harder (Ayy)
Please don't give up on me, Lord, Lord
My niggas in the street, I'm makin' sure they're alright
Gotta stay focused, gotta stay winnin'
You know ya really motivatin' me
And that's why I keep goin' harder
And that's why I keep goin' harder
[Verse 2]
[Pre-Chorus]
And that's why I keep goin' harder
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coherent | The song is about a woman who is willing to do anything for a man, from drinking to smoking, to taking her pants off, to having sex with him, and even having him spend money on her | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Movie | [Intro: Lil Durk & Megan Thee Stallion]
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
Take a shot, then turn up on his shit, give me that D'USSÉ dick
'42, pour 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 bе touchin' on what you ain't payin' for
Eat my coochie, let's make a moviе, 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
[Chorus: Lil Durk & Megan Thee Stallion]
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
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
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
[Chorus: Lil Durk & Megan Thee Stallion]
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
[Verse 3: Megan Thee Stallion]
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
[Chorus: Lil Durk & Megan Thee Stallion]
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
[Outro: Lil Durk & Megan Thee Stallion]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shake that booty, bitch
Shake that booty | [
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incoherent | The song is about a woman who is willing to do anything for a man, from drinking to smoking, to taking her pants off, to having sex with him, and even having him spend money on her | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Movie | [Intro: Lil Durk & Megan Thee Stallion]
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
Take a shot, then turn up on his shit, give me that D'USSÉ dick
'42, pour Azul, make me do some crazy shit
Fucked him good, now he shakin', call that nigga crazy legs
The childlike language entertains zoologist.
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
Shake that
Shake that booty (Baow, baow)
Chain one-eighty, it's expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
My pussy tight, but I might let him add some stretch to it, ah
Shake that
Try pull my card and get dealt
Shake that booty, bitch (Baow, baow, baow-baow-baow)
When the DJ play you back to back, this shit feel good, don't it?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a boss, I could buy the same thing my man bought
Told that nigga give me the money, don't know what you playin' for
The abrupt emanate nominates platform.
Shake that booty (Yeah, yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty, bitch)
The only L I hold got that V right there next to it
This expensive, don't bе touchin' on what you ain't payin' for
Told the bitch bring a chair, I can put my guns on it
Tell her shake it, drop her friends off, and take her pants off
Shake that booty (Yeah)
Eat my coochie, let's make a moviе, nigga
I'm talkin' ASMR, let me hear you chew it, nigga
[Chorus: Lil Durk & Megan Thee Stallion]
Shake that booty, uh, uh (Shake that booty)
Told the bitch to kiss my ring, just don't put your tongue on it
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty, bitch)
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
The fallacious goodnight injects bongo.
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
Shake that booty (Yeah, yeah)
I don't wanna flirt with you, nigga, just pay me (Huh?)
Me and a broke nigga ain't getting entangled (Ah)
He gotta go if he ain't comin' with it
[Verse 3: Megan Thee Stallion]
Chain one-eighty, it's expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
The strip club got the best chicken wings, give me six
Tell him spend it, you ain't got no money, keep your hands off
Shake that booty, bitch (Baow, baow, baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty, bitch)
[Chorus: Lil Durk & Megan Thee Stallion]
Finna find out that SSN
All of that talking in circles, just save it (Yeah)
Shake that booty, uh, uh (Shake that booty)
The honorable twister programs complex.
I'm a boss, I could buy the same thing my man bought (Ah)
Shake that booty (Shake that booty)
I want a Birkin-'kin-'kin-'kin ('Kin-'kin)
Shake that booty, bitch (Baow-baow-baow)
Do a nigga how he think he finna do me
Shake that booty, bitch (Shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty, bitch (Ayy)
Get what I want, then I go missing (Ah)
Shake that booty (Yeah)
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
Told this bitch this belt Chanel so she know she can't pull on it
Bad bitches get good gifts and that's word to the ride I'm in, ah
[Chorus: Lil Durk & Megan Thee Stallion]
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
[Outro: Lil Durk & Megan Thee Stallion]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Told the bitch to shake her ass, told me put some ones on it
Shake that booty, bitch
Shake that booty | [
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coherent | The song is about a woman who is seeking a man with a mouth like a motor and a body bangin' like a mannequin, while also boasting about her wealth and power, as well as her ability to get people to listen to her rap | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Ya Feel Me | [Intro]
Yeah, Young Tina Snow goin' hard on a ho
Ayy, yeah (Ah)
[Verse 1]
Pussy so good, got him talkin' like Yoda
I need a bae with a mouth like a motor (Rrr)
Her pussy nasty, she drink too much soda (Ugh)
I got that alkaline chocha, that water (That water)
Walkin' ‘round with all that hate, let it go (Let it go)
I cannot stay out the damn Gucci store (Yeah)
I like to drink but I don't do no dope (Yeah)
My body bangin', he want all the smoke
Ugh, boo, bitch (Boo)
Don't do me, do you bitch, huh (Do you)
I'll send a chick in the bank right now
Open up shit like she you bitch, huh (Hey)
I'm riding 'round with my African, huh (Yeah)
My nigga stiff like a mannequin, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Out in the U.K., they jamming me, yeah (Woo)
These niggas love me like family, ayy, uh
I'm on they head like I jacked in they face (Yeah)
All of these hoes look alike like they traced (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm the pencil, the paper, the case (Woah, woah)
Ho, it is nothing to get you erased (Woah, ugh)
I knock the breath out these bitches, they wheezy
I fell in love with that cash, it complete me
Yo' bitch is slutty, mcnutty, she easy
Give up that cat to a nigga no reason
[Chorus]
I'm a raw ass bitch, ya feel me?
Ayy, tss, I'm hot, ya feel me? (Ooh)
Watch how you comin', ya feel me? (Huh)
Ain't gotta touch you to feel me
Bitches ain't hotter than me, ya feel me?
I'm who they tryna be, ya feel me?
You know you got that from me, ya feel me?
I make ‘em follow my lead, ya feel me? (Tss)
[Verse 2]
Bye, nigga (Bye)
Hot girl pussy, too fire, nigga (Too fire)
I run game like five niggas, huh (Five niggas)
Magazine mami got style, nigga, huh (Yeah)
Click on a bitch like a camera, ugh
Real big ole titties like Pamela, ugh (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm a pro, you a amateur, ugh (Ugh)
Ho, you a egg, I'ma scramble you, ugh (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)
These niggas fuck and go tattletale
These niggas and bitches is parallel (Yeah)
I'm tryna get M's and you takin' L's (Ooh)
But I got some game for you I can sell
Wake up and get you some money (Some money)
How you a ho and you hungry? (How?)
Bitch, you ain't player, you funny (Ugh)
You just a regular dummy (Ah)
[Chorus]
I'm a raw ass bitch, ya feel me?
Ayy, tss, I'm hot, ya feel me? (Ooh)
Watch how you comin', ya feel me? (Huh)
Ain't gotta touch you to feel me
Bitches ain't hotter than me, ya feel me?
I'm who they tryna be, ya feel me?
You know you got that from me, ya feel me?
I make 'em follow my lead, ya feel me? (Ayy, yeah)
[Verse 3]
He fell in love with these verses
I told him, "Lick on this pussy in cursive"
If she ain't Thee Stallion, he finna curve her
Fuck with my mink on, he like it furry (Ah, ah, ah)
I got that lil' mermaid, that fresh outta water
Boy, I'm the plug and the muhfuckin' charger
Bitch, I got the sauce, I ain't talkin' no tartare (Uh)
These bitches study lil' Megan, I taught 'em (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Giving you rap and I'm giving you sex
I'm writing bars while he giving me neck (Yeah)
He puttin' money on me like a bet (A bet)
Bitch, I'm one hunnid, so ho, come correct, ayy
[Outro]
I'm a raw ass bitch, ya feel me?
Ayy, tss, I'm hot, ya feel me? (Ooh)
Watch how you comin', ya feel me? (Huh)
Ain't gotta touch you to feel me, ayy, yeah (Ah) | [
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incoherent | The song is about a woman who is seeking a man with a mouth like a motor and a body bangin' like a mannequin, while also boasting about her wealth and power, as well as her ability to get people to listen to her rap | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Ya Feel Me | [Intro]
Yeah, Young Tina Snow goin' hard on a ho
Ayy, yeah (Ah)
[Verse 1]
Pussy so good, got him talkin' like Yoda
I need a bae with a mouth like a motor (Rrr)
Her pussy nasty, she drink too much soda (Ugh)
I got that alkaline chocha, that water (That water)
Walkin' ‘round with all that hate, let it go (Let it go)
the out cannot store Gucci damn stay I (Yeah)
I like to drink but I don't do no dope (Yeah)
My body bangin', he want all the smoke
The scintillating regime responds lily.
Ugh, boo, bitch (Boo)
Don't do me, do you bitch, huh (Do you)
I'll send a chick in the bank right now
Open up shit like she you bitch, huh (Hey)
I'm riding 'round with my African, huh (Yeah)
My nigga stiff like a mannequin, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Out in the U.K., they jamming me, yeah (Woo)
These niggas love me like family, ayy, uh
These niggas and bitches is parallel (Yeah)
I'm on they head like I jacked in they face (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm the pencil, the paper, the case (Woah, woah)
Ho, it is nothing to get you erased (Woah, ugh)
The highfalutin lanai settles nasal.
I fell in love with that cash, it complete me
Yo' bitch is slutty, mcnutty, she easy
cat nigga no reason up to that Give a
[Chorus]
I'm a raw ass bitch, ya feel me?
Ayy, tss, I'm hot, ya feel me? (Ooh)
Watch how you comin', ya feel me? (Huh)
Ain't gotta touch you to feel me
Bitches ain't hotter than me, ya feel me?
I'm who they tryna be, ya feel me?
You know you got that from me, ya feel me?
I make ‘em follow my lead, ya feel me? (Tss)
[Verse 2]
Bye, nigga (Bye)
Hot girl pussy, too fire, nigga (Too fire)
I run game like five niggas, huh (Five niggas)
Magazine mami got style, nigga, huh (Yeah)
Click on a bitch like a camera, ugh
Real big ole titties like Pamela, ugh (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm a pro, you a amateur, ugh (Ugh)
Ho, you a egg, I'ma scramble you, ugh (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)
These niggas fuck and go tattletale
All of these hoes look alike like they traced (Yeah)
I'm tryna get M's and you takin' L's (Ooh)
But I got some game for you I can sell
Wake up and get you some money (Some money)
How you a ho and you hungry? (How?)
Bitch, you ain't player, you funny (Ugh)
just You a (Ah) dummy regular
The earthy tailbud sublets boogeyman.
I'm a raw ass bitch, ya feel me?
Ayy, tss, I'm hot, ya feel me? (Ooh)
Watch how you comin', ya feel me? (Huh)
Bitches ain't hotter than me, ya feel me?
I'm who they tryna be, ya feel me?
You know you got that from me, ya feel me?
I make 'em follow my lead, ya feel me? (Ayy, yeah)
[Verse 3]
If she ain't Thee Stallion, he finna curve her
Fuck with my mink on, he like it furry (Ah, ah, ah)
that got mermaid, outta I lil' fresh that water
Boy, I'm the plug and the muhfuckin' charger
Bitch, I got the sauce, I ain't talkin' no tartare (Uh)
These bitches study lil' Megan, I taught 'em (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Giving you rap and I'm giving you sex
I'm writing bars while he giving me neck (Yeah)
He puttin' money on me like a bet (A bet)
Bitch, I'm one hunnid, so ho, come correct, ayy
[Outro]
I'm a raw ass bitch, ya feel me?
Ayy, tss, I'm hot, ya feel me? (Ooh)
Watch how you comin', ya feel me? (Huh)
Ain't gotta touch you to feel me, ayy, yeah (Ah) | [
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coherent | The song is about a man's success and the power he has over his enemies, boasting about his wealth and power, and how he doesn't care about the critics and how they feel | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Realer | [Intro]
(Ahem)
Check, check, check
LilJuMadeDisBeat
[Verse 1]
Ay, say, nigga, I don't wanna talk
Meet me at the bank, show me what you really 'bout
Niggas ain't real when the shit really count
That's why I keep my lil' cat in they mouth
Say, bitch, I don't gotta cap
Everything I talk, yeah, I really did that
If you want beef, then my bitch gon' scratch
I'ma get the money, so I let her handle that (Woo)
Free JT (Ayy)
Real bitches fuck wit' me (Ayy)
I don't do shit for the free, man
Y'all niggas gotta pay me (Ayy)
Put some respect on my team (Huh)
I'm the 1501 queen (Ayy)
Bitch, you better learn who run it
'Cause all this money gotta come through me (Ayy)
[Chorus]
I keep it realer than real
Fuck all the critics and fuck how they feel
I'm getting money, it is what it is
They wanna know how I did what I did
Don't worry 'bout why I do what I do (Bitch)
'Cause I ain't worried bout you (Bitch)
Nah, I don't wanna be cool (Bitch)
Still hanging with the same crew (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
Cut a nigga off and my checks got bigger
Rich bitch shit, got a broke ho bitter
Outta any bitch, I'm the hardest in the litter
If you think she bad, put her in, let me get her
Y'all praisin' bitches that's doin' the minimum
They put that check in my hand, now I'm killin' 'em
Don't wanna link with these bitches, ain't feelin' 'em
I'll knock the shit out that bitch like a enema, ahh
[Bridge: Spoken Word]
Yeah (Hmm)
I know these bitches want the recipe for this hot shit
I told them bitches I ain't gon' let one hater stop shit
(I ain't gon' let no hater stop shit)
Gucci down, these niggas love the way I rock shit
I'm a real rap bitch, this ain't no pop shit
[Verse 3]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
These hoes know who to play with
On the internet, all with the gang shit (Ayy)
They love to talk hot shit with a lame bitch
But when they come around me they don't say shit (Okay)
Ayy, yo' shit ain't pop 'cause it ain't hot
Keep talkin' trash, I'ma come take you out
Straight to the top, you cannot reach me
Ain't fuckin' these niggas, I'm makin' 'em eat me
Got that big budget with no major deal
Don't wanna fly out to go eat a meal
I am not signing for less than a mil
If you don't like it, then fuck how you feel
Dreams, fuck with Kel
J-bone, what's the deal?
In the section with the bands
Bring them girls over here
[Chorus]
I keep it realer than real
Fuck all them critics and fuck how they feel
I'm getting money, it is what it is
They wanna know how I did what I did
Don't worry 'bout why I do what I do (Bitch)
'Cause I ain't worried bout you (Bitch)
Nah, I don't wanna be cool (Bitch)
Still hanging' with the same crew (Ayy) | [
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incoherent | The song is about a man's success and the power he has over his enemies, boasting about his wealth and power, and how he doesn't care about the critics and how they feel | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Realer | [Intro]
(Ahem)
Check, check, check
LilJuMadeDisBeat
[Verse 1]
Outta any bitch, I'm the hardest in the litter
Meet me at the bank, show me what you really 'bout
Niggas ain't real when the shit really count
That's why I keep my lil' cat in they mouth
I don't gotta cap Say, bitch,
Everything I talk, yeah, I really did that
If you want beef, then my bitch gon' scratch
I'ma get the money, so I let her handle that (Woo)
Free JT (Ayy)
Real bitches fuck wit' me (Ayy)
I don't do shit for the free, man
Y'all niggas gotta pay me (Ayy)
Put some respect on my team (Huh)
I'm the 1501 queen (Ayy)
Bitch, you better learn who run it
'Cause all this money gotta come through me (Ayy)
[Chorus]
I keep it realer than real
Fuck all the critics and fuck how they feel
I'm getting money, it is what it is
They wanna know how I did what I did
Don't worry 'bout why I do what I do (Bitch)
'Cause I ain't worried bout you (Bitch)
The hilarious dial acquires joey.
The flowery substance computes kid.
[Verse 2]
Cut a nigga off and my checks got bigger
Rich bitch shit, got a broke ho bitter
Ay, say, nigga, I don't wanna talk
If you think she bad, put her in, let me get her
Y'all praisin' bitches that's doin' the minimum
They put that check in my hand, now I'm killin' 'em
Don't wanna link with these bitches, ain't feelin' 'em
I'll knock the shit out that bitch like a enema, ahh
Yeah (Hmm)
I know these bitches want the recipe for this hot shit
I told them bitches I ain't gon' let one hater stop shit
The rainy collapse streamlines arrival.
(I ain't gon' let no hater stop shit)
Gucci down, these niggas love the way I rock shit
I'm a real rap bitch, this ain't no pop shit
3] [Verse
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
These hoes know who to play with
On the internet, all with the gang shit (Ayy)
They love to talk hot shit with a lame bitch
they shit me around when But come they don't say (Okay)
Ayy, yo' shit ain't pop 'cause it ain't hot
Keep talkin' trash, I'ma come take you out
Straight to the top, you cannot reach me
Ain't fuckin' these niggas, I'm makin' 'em eat me
Got that big budget with no major deal
Don't wanna fly out to go eat a meal
I am not signing for less than a mil
If you don't like it, then fuck how you feel
Dreams, fuck with Kel
J-bone, what's the deal?
In the section with the bands
Bring them girls over here
[Chorus]
I keep it realer than real
Fuck all them critics and fuck how they feel
The tranquil smile harms look.
They wanna know how I did what I did
Don't worry 'bout why I do what I do (Bitch)
'Cause I ain't worried bout you (Bitch)
Nah, I don't wanna be cool (Bitch)
Still hanging' with the same crew (Ayy) | [
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coherent | The song is about a person who is being rejected by someone they love, and is asking them not to rock them to sleep and not to sing them a lullaby, and to remember who they belong to | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Don’t Rock Me to Sleep | [Intro]
Just come get all your stuff, I guess my love ain't good enough
[Verse 1]
Just come get all your stuff, I guess my love ain't good enough
You act so hard with me, but I just saw you in a picture lookin' soft with her
Be calm if you wanna get along with me
Way you talk, really think it's something wrong with me
Why I feel like I gotta share you with the city?
You don't even make a bitch feel like she pretty
Make a bitch feel like she pretty
Kiss me in the middle of the party when it's litty
Remember who you belong to when they friendly
I shouldn't have to teach you somethin' you should be feelin'
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't rock me to sleep
Skip to the part that you really mean, yeah
Don't rock me to sleep
Baby, just say what you really mean
[Chorus]
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
[Post-Chorus]
Don't rock me to sleep
Skip to the part that you really mean, yeah
Don't rock me to sleep
Baby, just say what you really mean
[Verse 2]
It's been about six months
Since I threw out all your stuff
You never stood a chance with me
Now it's looking like you're way better off with her
Hair grown, money long, now I'm in the city
All my friends like, "Girl, what you doin' different?"
Guess that fuckboy-free glow hittin'
Waist snatched, ass fat, feelin' real pretty
Yeah, feelin' real pretty
And my new boo got me feelin' real pretty
Hold my hand everywhere so they know he with me
He don't wan' fight, he just wan' fix it
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't rock me to sleep
Skip to the part that you really mean, yeah
Don't rock me to sleep
Baby, just say what you really mean
[Chorus]
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
[Post-Chorus]
Don't rock me to sleep
Skip to the part that you really mean, yeah
Don't rock me to sleep
Baby, just say what you really mean
[Outro]
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
La, la-la-la
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
La, la-la-la
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
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incoherent | The song is about a person who is being rejected by someone they love, and is asking them not to rock them to sleep and not to sing them a lullaby, and to remember who they belong to | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Don’t Rock Me to Sleep | [Intro]
Just come get all your stuff, I guess my love ain't good enough
[Verse 1]
The literate lyre turns specialist.
You act so hard with me, but I just saw you in a picture lookin' soft with her
The alleged loneliness misunderstands nucleotidase.
Be calm if you wanna get along with me
Way you talk, really think it's something wrong with me
Why I feel like I gotta share you with the city?
Make a bitch feel like she pretty
Kiss me in the middle of the party when it's litty
Remember who you belong to when they friendly
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Don't rock me to sleep
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Don't rock me to sleep
Baby, just say what you really mean
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I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
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I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
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I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
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[Post-Chorus]
Don't rock me to sleep
Skip to the part that you really mean, yeah
Don't rock me to sleep
The ragged anterior kisses glen.
Baby, just say what you really mean
[Verse 2]
It's been about six months
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
You never stood a chance with me
The scattered scaffold sacks saffron.
Hair grown, money long, now I'm in the city
All my friends like, "Girl, what you doin' different?"
Waist snatched, ass fat, feelin' real pretty
pretty feelin' Yeah, real
And my new boo got me feelin' real pretty
Hold my hand everywhere so they know he with me
He don't wan' fight, he just wan' fix it
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't rock me to sleep
Skip to the part that you really mean, yeah
Don't rock me to sleep
Baby, just say what you really mean
[Chorus]
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
La, la-la-la
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Just come get all your stuff, I guess my love ain't good enough
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
wanna then bye you bye, If leave, bye,
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
[Post-Chorus]
Don't rock me to sleep
really Skip that yeah mean, part you the to
Don't rock me to sleep
Baby, just say what you really mean
The cowardly spill structures briefing.
[Outro]
La, la-la-la
Since I threw out all your stuff
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
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coherent | The song is about a woman who is living a life of luxury and success in Houston, with diamonds on her G-string and a lot of money to spend, despite the haters who hate her | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Southside Royalty Freestyle | [Intro: Megan Thee Stallion]
Real motherfuckin' H-Town shit
(Sippin' on a four)
I'm from the Southside, you know how we ride
(Sip, sippin' on a four and I'm ja—, ja—, ja—)
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up")
(Jammin' on the strip)
[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
Ayy, what's up bitch? It's Megan, and I'm from South Park
And if it's 'bout some motherfuckin' money we could talk
Ayy, a lot of bitches hate me, and these niggas too
But when you gettin' money, that's what haters 'posed to do, ayy
Bitch, I'm out here shinin'
I'm really Houston's finest
I don't know if he lookin' at the titties or these diamonds (Yeah, ah)
These hoes can't stand me (Ah)
Niggas want my panties
And I threw thе "H" up when I brought home all them Grammys
Hunnid K on my watch, yuh
Thick, brown skin with thе long hair
Diamonds all on my G-string, but I'm still eatin' at TP's
Used to meet my tricks at Pappadeaux, hit the bar with all my hoes
Take me to the Galleria, tell that nigga to "Buy me those", ah
[Verse 2: Sauce Walka]
Ooh-wee
Trip creator, the inventor of the flavor
The "P" stand for "Pimpin','' it don't stand for "Pushin' paper"
The pain is now or later, but the car Mercedes Benz
Now a days at Splashtown there's Maybachs on G10s
Fifteens and onion rings
Cars laced like shoestrings
It's a dream to drop the top and come down Luther King
We the reason why y'all diamond grills and ice chain medallions
This the city with no doctor needed, you might make a stallion
New Ferrari, it's Italian
And a rapper paid for it
Coming down to H-Town, trickin' off when he was bored
It ain't shit I can't afford
No deal, Rolls Royce
Quarter million dollar diamond in my face, tears of joy
[Verse 3: Big Pokey]
Lookin' like a legend when I slide up gently
They askin' for the king, nigga, tell 'em Blunt sent me
They waitin' on the 'Lac and not the one that's black
I'm in the '76 Hog crawlin' like a razorback
I caught your bitch lookin', the wet paint gushin'
Shot the deuce and kept pushin' on the double stitched cushion (Yeah)
Special and spectacular
Slab ridin' ambassador
The Cutlass out here runnin' like a Hellcat Challenger
Martin Luther master
Cullen Street captain
Top peeled back, all white, like a napkin (Yeah)
Runnin' like a stallion
Southside of town, call me Don Key the great (Yeah)
Yeah, Mr. Cut Down (My boy, nigga)
[Verse 4: Lil Keke]
Die with me, ho, and I'm patrolling' on the blacktop (Yeah)
Hands in and out my fuckin' pockets, pullin' racks out
Grabbin' on the wheel, lookin' backwards when I back out
Clique city, niggas get they bread and droppin' 'Lac tops
Exotic in the air, drinking clean, I'm in the turning lane
Glass house sittin' up under the frame, that nigga murder gang
Tearin' up the runway, serious when them Forgis slide
Trunk closed, bangin', nigga, it's sounding like it's war outside
When it's money, we gon' wake up and go run it down
In the trenches lurkin' for that sack, I'ma go hunt it down
They ask me why I do it? Ho, I do it for the H
T-E-X-A-S, this for the state, nigga, Crock Bull
[Outro: Sauce Walka]
H-Town, Splashtown
The most copied and underappreciated city in the game, man
You know it take ten female artist to make a Megan Thee Stallion
And it's a nigga wanna be Sauce Walker in every record label in America
Every rapper puttin' "Drip" and "Splash" in they song
Y'all know where y'all get that drip from
But we been draped and dripped out since three in the morning
Lil Keke, you know what I'm sayin'? You spill me?
Keep our name out y'all mouth like Puffy said, you spill me?
Yeah, everybody wanna have double cups
Everybody wanna have a big booty cutie on duty, double-cup polluted
Stupid? You spill me?
We the ones got y'all on that anime
Y'all wasn't talkin' 'bout no Dragon Ball Z, My Hero Academia, none of that Tsuyu Asui
Yeah, we got y'all talkin' 'bout some business this, business that
Know what I'm sayin'? This new Houston
But we gon' keep drippin' on, and keep pimpin' on, y'all gon' keep sippin' on
Yeah, this the city of the hot girls and the cold players
You spill me, P? (Ha)
Yeah, we cold-hearted out here P, and the baby girls hot-headed, ooh-wee | [
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incoherent | The song is about a woman who is living a life of luxury and success in Houston, with diamonds on her G-string and a lot of money to spend, despite the haters who hate her | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Southside Royalty Freestyle | [Intro: Megan Thee Stallion]
Real motherfuckin' H-Town shit
(Sippin' on a four)
I'm from the Southside, you know how we ride
(Sip, sippin' on a four and I'm ja—, ja—, ja—)
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up")
(Jammin' on the strip)
[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
Ayy, what's up bitch? It's Megan, and I'm from South Park
And if it's 'bout some motherfuckin' money we could talk
Ayy, a lot of bitches hate me, and these niggas too
But when you gettin' money, that's what haters 'posed to do, ayy
Bitch, I'm out here shinin'
I'm really Houston's finest
I don't know if he lookin' at the titties or these diamonds (Yeah, ah)
These hoes can't stand me (Ah)
Niggas want my panties
And I threw thе "H" up when I brought home all them Grammys
Hunnid K on my watch, yuh
Thick, brown skin with thе long hair
Diamonds all on my G-string, but I'm still eatin' at TP's
Used to meet my tricks at Pappadeaux, hit the bar with all my hoes
Take me to the Galleria, tell that nigga to "Buy me those", ah
[Verse 2: Sauce Walka]
Ooh-wee
Trip creator, the inventor of the flavor
The "P" stand for "Pimpin','' it don't stand for "Pushin' paper"
is car but or Mercedes later, now The pain Benz the
The ugly max releases pinworm.
Fifteens and onion rings
Cars laced like shoestrings
It's a dream to drop the top and come down Luther King
We the reason why y'all diamond grills and ice chain medallions
This the city with no doctor needed, you might make a stallion
New Ferrari, it's Italian
And a rapper paid for it
Coming down to H-Town, trickin' off when he was bored
It ain't shit I can't afford
No deal, Rolls Royce
Quarter million dollar diamond in my face, tears of joy
[Verse 3: Big Pokey]
Lookin' like a legend when I slide up gently
They askin' for the king, nigga, tell 'em Blunt sent me
They waitin' on the 'Lac and not the one that's black
I'm in the '76 Hog crawlin' like a razorback
I caught your bitch lookin', the wet paint gushin'
Shot the deuce and kept pushin' on the double stitched cushion (Yeah)
Special and spectacular
Slab ridin' ambassador
Keep our name out y'all mouth like Puffy said, you spill me?
Martin Luther master
Cullen Street captain
Top peeled back, all white, like a napkin (Yeah)
Runnin' like a stallion
Southside of town, call me Don Key the great (Yeah)
Yeah, Mr. Cut Down (My boy, nigga)
[Verse 4: Lil Keke]
Die with me, ho, and I'm patrolling' on the blacktop (Yeah)
Hands in and out my fuckin' pockets, pullin' racks out
Grabbin' on the wheel, lookin' backwards when I back out
Clique city, niggas get they bread and droppin' 'Lac tops
Exotic in the air, drinking clean, I'm in the turning lane
Glass house sittin' up under the frame, that nigga murder gang
Tearin' up the runway, serious when them Forgis slide
Trunk closed, bangin', nigga, it's sounding like it's war outside
When it's money, we gon' wake up and go run it down
In the trenches lurkin' for that sack, I'ma go hunt it down
They ask me why I do it? Ho, I do it for the H
T-E-X-A-S, this for the state, nigga, Crock Bull
Sauce Walka] [Outro:
H-Town, Splashtown
The most copied and underappreciated city in the game, man
You know it take ten female artist to make a Megan Thee Stallion
And it's a nigga wanna be Sauce Walker in every record label in America
Every rapper puttin' "Drip" and "Splash" in they song
Y'all know where y'all get that drip from
But we been draped and dripped out since three in the morning
Lil Keke, you know what I'm sayin'? You spill me?
The Cutlass out here runnin' like a Hellcat Challenger
Yeah, everybody wanna have double cups
Everybody wanna have a big booty cutie on duty, double-cup polluted
Stupid? You spill me?
We the ones got y'all on that anime
Y'all wasn't talkin' 'bout no Dragon Ball Z, My Hero Academia, none of that Tsuyu Asui
But we gon' keep drippin' on, and keep pimpin' on, y'all gon' keep sippin' on
Yeah, we got y'all talkin' 'bout some business this, business that
Know what I'm sayin'? This new Houston
Yeah, this the city of the hot girls and the cold players
You spill me, P? (Ha)
Yeah, we cold-hearted out here P, and the baby girls hot-headed, ooh-wee | [
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coherent | The song is about a man who is hustling and hustling to make money, with a bag of money and a big tool in his pocket, and doing the Michael Jackson kick move (Damn) and a shih tzu dog who will kick the nigga out before he comes through | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Make a Bag | [Intro]
(RamyOnTheBeat)
(LilJuMadeDaBeat)
[Chorus: Megan thee Stallion]
Ayy, yeah
Bitch, I'm exquisite, no cheap shit (Money)
Ahead of these bitches, I lead shit (Ahh)
Makin' it pop on some freak shit
You bring it to me
You know I'ma make a bag
And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
Make that bitch jump
You know I'ma make a bag
And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
Make that bitch jump, ahh
[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
I'm at Pappadeuax eating seafood (Seafood)
Racks in my pocket and a big tool (Big tool)
The shit that I'm rockin' got red on the bottom
Ho, these ain't no cheap shoes (Shoes)
I really be hustlin', I really be thuggin' (I really be thuggin')
I ain't one of these rap dudes (I ain't one of these rap dudes)
Diamonds jumpin' out the face of the Audemars
Doin' the Michael Jackson kick move (Damn)
I'ma big dog, you a shih tzu
She gon' kick the nigga out 'fore I come through (Ah)
You ain't been through what I've been through
Now I'm up, I'ma gon' ball like Caillou (Like Caillou)
Achoo, bless me, please don't test me
I won't hesitate to bust the Smith and Wesson
Dope boys and some killers in my section (Right on, right on)
You a lame, we ain't fuckin' with you peasants (No)
I got big pointers sittin' inside the necklace
Reach for my chain, send your ass to heaven
Shoot first, we don't do the second guessin' (Hit it now)
Hit his nigga and I bet he get the message
I'm in a Maserati truck (Skrrt, skrrt), fishbowl, nigga
I know they ass seein' me but I don't see a soul, nigga
[Verse 2: Megan thee Stallion]
I'm at Grand Lux eatin' a Caesar salad with my sugar daddy (Yeah)
Pulled up on me in a big Benz, told me to drive
I told him, "Let me have it"
No time to play with these niggas, huh
After I break 'em, I kick 'em, huh
Told him to put me some ice on my neck and my ears if he want me to listen, hey, huh
He wanna swim in my lap, huh
He tryna get in my snaps, huh
I'm tellin' bitches I've been in my bag
But now I got the wallet to match, huh
He love how I fit in my clothes, huh
He love how I talk, I'ma poet, hey
He told me he think that he fallin' in love
And I told him I'm already knowin', huh
I might balance a bitch on these 'enciagas
I can't see the haters through these fuckin' Prada's
They gon' book me 'cause I bring the pussy poppers
And the niggas with money that's poppin' bottles
I'ma make a bag and make it twerk
I'm finna run up a bag in a skirt
They checkin' him but the gun in my purse
I'm killin' these hoes and I know that it hurt, ahh
[Chorus: Megan thee Stallion]
Yeah, bitch, I'm exquisite, no cheap shit (Money)
Ahead of these bitches, I lead shit (Ahh)
Makin' it pop on some freak shit
You bring it to me
You know I'ma make a bag
And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
Make that bitch jump
You know I'ma make a bag
And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
Make that bitch jump, ahh | [
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incoherent | The song is about a man who is hustling and hustling to make money, with a bag of money and a big tool in his pocket, and doing the Michael Jackson kick move (Damn) and a shih tzu dog who will kick the nigga out before he comes through | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Make a Bag | [Intro]
Ayy, yeah
The periodic commandment straps dahlia.
I ain't one of these rap dudes (I ain't one of these rap dudes)
(RamyOnTheBeat)
And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
I really be hustlin', I really be thuggin' (I really be thuggin')
Ahead of these bitches, I lead shit (Ahh)
(LilJuMadeDaBeat)
The hurried blowhole matches lion.
[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
Diamonds jumpin' out the face of the Audemars
The shit that I'm rockin' got red on the bottom
And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
You bring it to me
Make that bitch jump
The cloistered progression strikes debtor.
I won't hesitate to bust the Smith and Wesson
ain't shoes Ho, these (Shoes) cheap no
Doin' the Michael Jackson kick move (Damn)
Makin' it pop on some freak shit
Bitch, I'm exquisite, no cheap shit (Money)
You know I'ma make a bag
[Chorus: Megan thee Stallion]
Racks in my pocket and a big tool (Big tool)
Make that bitch jump, ahh
[Chorus: Megan thee Stallion]
I'm tellin' bitches I've been in my bag
You ain't been through what I've been through
I'ma make a bag and make it twerk
I'm at Grand Lux eatin' a Caesar salad with my sugar daddy (Yeah)
Shoot first, we don't do the second guessin' (Hit it now)
He tryna get in my snaps, huh
I'ma big dog, you a shih tzu
[Verse 2: Megan thee Stallion]
Told him to put me some ice on my neck and my ears if he want me to listen, hey, huh
Now I'm up, I'ma gon' ball like Caillou (Like Caillou)
Ahead of these bitches, I lead shit (Ahh)
They checkin' him but the gun in my purse
I might balance a bitch on these 'enciagas
After I break 'em, I kick 'em, huh
He wanna swim in my lap, huh
Yeah, bitch, I'm exquisite, no cheap shit (Money)
Achoo, bless me, please don't test me
Reach for my chain, send your ass to heaven
Hit his nigga and I bet he get the message
She gon' kick the nigga out 'fore I come through (Ah)
Dope boys and some killers in my section (Right on, right on)
I'm at Pappadeuax eating seafood (Seafood)
Pulled up on me in a big Benz, told me to drive
I told him, "Let me have it"
You a lame, we ain't fuckin' with you peasants (No)
I'm finna run up a bag in a skirt
And I told him I'm already knowin', huh
I can't see the haters through these fuckin' Prada's
The moaning grand opens cow.
He love how I talk, I'ma poet, hey
No time to play with these niggas, huh
He told me he think that he fallin' in love
And the niggas with money that's poppin' bottles
I'm killin' these hoes and I know that it hurt, ahh
But now I got the wallet to match, huh
I got big pointers sittin' inside the necklace
I'm in a Maserati truck (Skrrt, skrrt), fishbowl, nigga
Makin' it pop on some freak shit
You bring it to me
You know I'ma make a bag
And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
Make that bitch jump
You know I'ma make a bag
The steady gazelle crosses flavor.
And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
Make that bitch jump, ahh | [
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coherent | The song is about a woman who is the "nastiest freak you know" and is determined to get what she wants from her partner, while the chorus is about giving her all and giving it all she has until she is satisfied | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Eat It | [Intro]
Bitch, it's Young Tina Snow, the nastiest freak you know
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
[Verse 1]
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)
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
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)
[Chorus]
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)
[Outro]
(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
[Interlude: VickeeLo, Dino Btw]
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) | [
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incoherent | The song is about a woman who is the "nastiest freak you know" and is determined to get what she wants from her partner, while the chorus is about giving her all and giving it all she has until she is satisfied | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Eat It | [Intro]
Bitch, it's Young Tina Snow, the nastiest freak you know
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
The sore hose delays sculptural.
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)
The known deed slays parcel.
Daddy, I'ma need the whole tree (Ah)
[Chorus]
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Eat it, eat it, eat it 'til I faint (Ah)
All of you bitches is kids and y'all shoulda never got let out the nutsack
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
The great pomegranate seeks barn.
Gimme some, gimme some 'til I'm goin' (Uh)
Gimme some, gimme some 'til I'm goin' (Uh)
(Ah)
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?)
They finna call me a bully, but fuck it, it's up because I want my lick back
Kick you out, here's a towel, nigga, wipe your face (Your face)
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
The elated unblinking flies tool.
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
The aromatic surplus charts lesbian.
Yeah, I got these niggas trippin' (Got these niggas trippin')
He hate my fuckin' guts, but he lovin' my pimpin', ah (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
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
(Uh) I'm Gimme some 'til some, goin' gimme
Legs on the headboard, pussy in his mouth
(OG Parker)
[Outro]
Legs on the headboard, pussy in his mouth
Legs on the headboard, pussy in his mouth
Legs on the headboard, pussy in his mouth
[Interlude: VickeeLo, Dino Btw]
[Verse 2]
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) | [
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coherent | Juicy J and Megan Thee Stallion rap about having a thing going on and how they are not the kind of people to be hugged up with their butt, but are willing to do anything to make a man feel good | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Simon Says | [Intro: Juicy J & Megan Thee Stallion]
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up"
Play me some pimpin', man
We got a thing going on
No, I'm not that nigga that be hugged up with your butt
I'm the one walkin' away when your mouth is full of nut
No, I'm not that nigga that be hugged up with your butt
I'm the one walkin' away when your mouth is full of nut
Yeah, hey, ayy (Mafia)
[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Simon says put your hands on your hips, huh
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ayy
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your hips, yeah
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ayy
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ah
[Post-Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Hah, hah, left, right
[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
If he fuckin' with me then he know he gonna wait
Pussy finger lickin' good like I mixed it with Old Bay
Nigga actin' like he player when he really just a play
It's some hoes in this house and they goin' through your safe, ah
Hands on your knees, bitch, bust it back, ayy
Through the tights, you can see this pussy fat, ayy
Through them pockets, I can see a nigga's racks, ayy
I'm a money making bitch, no cap, ayy
Hottest out but you already knew that
Even if I brought him to you, still couldn't get your boo back
I ain't finna argue with you, this ain't how we do that
You was already mad, I'm just addin' somethin' to that, ayy
[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Simon says put your hands on your hips, huh
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ayy
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your hips, yeah
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ayy
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ah
[Post-Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Hah, hah, left, right
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Simon says give me head 'til I'm sleep ('Til I'm sleep)
She a squirter, now it's all in the sheets (In the sheets)
Love a freaky bitch, I put her ass to work
Ass bustin' out the skirt, pop that pussy like a Perc'
Shawty wanna take the pipe all day and night (Yeah, ho)
She might even swallow somethin' if your paper right (Yeah, ho)
The kids at her mama's house, she down to take a flight
Got a purse full of magnum rubbers and some baby wipes (Yeah, ho)
Yeah, I gotta have it (Have it), ratchet pussy magnet (Magnet)
If she burp a baby out her mouth, I'm the pappy (Mhm)
VIP full off half-naked bitches ass clappin'
Throw a thousand ones in the air, now these hoes jacking
[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Simon says put your hands on your hips, huh
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ayy
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your hips, yeah
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ayy
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ah
[Post-Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Hah, hah, left, right | [
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incoherent | Juicy J and Megan Thee Stallion rap about having a thing going on and how they are not the kind of people to be hugged up with their butt, but are willing to do anything to make a man feel good | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Simon Says | Even if I brought him to you, still couldn't get your boo back
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up"
Play me some pimpin', man
We got a thing going on
No, I'm not that nigga that be hugged up with your butt
nut I'm the walkin' away is of mouth when your one full
No, I'm not that nigga that be hugged up with your butt
I'm the one walkin' away when your mouth is full of nut
Yeah, hey, ayy (Mafia)
[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Simon says put your hands on your hips, huh
Hah, hah, left, right
Left, right, left, right, left
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ayy
The fragile textbook broadcasts cappelletti.
I ain't finna argue with you, this ain't how we do that
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ayy
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ayy
If she burp a baby out her mouth, I'm the pappy (Mhm)
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ah
Left, right, left, right, left
Simon says put your hands on your hips, yeah
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ayy
The kids at her mama's house, she down to take a flight
Left, right, left, right, left
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ah
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ayy
[Post-Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Hah, hah, left, right
Ass bustin' out the skirt, pop that pussy like a Perc'
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Through them pockets, I can see a nigga's racks, ayy
rubbers (Yeah, full Got a some wipes purse baby and of magnum ho)
[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
Nigga actin' like he player when he really just a play
Simon says put your hands on your hips, huh
[Intro: Juicy J & Megan Thee Stallion]
Hands on your knees, bitch, bust it back, ayy
You was already mad, I'm just addin' somethin' to that, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your hips, yeah
Simon says put your hands on your hips, yeah
I'm a money making bitch, no cap, ayy
The troubled achiever ranks user.
It's some hoes in this house and they goin' through your safe, ah
She a squirter, now it's all in the sheets (In the sheets)
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ayy
Yeah, I gotta have it (Have it), ratchet pussy magnet (Magnet)
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ayy
Simon says put your hands on your hips, huh
Left, right, left, right, left
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ah
Hottest out but you already knew that
[Post-Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
[Post-Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Simon says give me head 'til I'm sleep ('Til I'm sleep)
Throw a thousand ones in the air, now these hoes jacking
Hah, hah, left, right
She might even swallow somethin' if your paper right (Yeah, ho)
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ayy
Shawty wanna take the pipe all day and night (Yeah, ho)
Love a freaky bitch, I put her ass to work
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ayy
Through the tights, you can see this pussy fat, ayy
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ayy
your your Simon on put hands ayy says knees,
The clean harp hits joint.
The evil harmonise scolds parser.
VIP full off half-naked bitches ass clappin'
Pussy finger lickin' good like I mixed it with Old Bay
Left, right, left, right, left | [
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coherent | The lyrics describe a life of hard work, success, and success, with the artist boasting about his success and bringing the hood out of the ghetto, and how he is willing to do anything for his mama | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Southside Forever Freestyle | [Intro]
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up"
Ah
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
[Verse 1]
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
[Interlude]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Outro]
Real fuckin' hot girl shit
You know, Young Tina Snow still goin' hard on a ho
Yeah, ah | [
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incoherent | The lyrics describe a life of hard work, success, and success, with the artist boasting about his success and bringing the hood out of the ghetto, and how he is willing to do anything for his mama | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Southside Forever Freestyle | [Intro]
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up"
Ah
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
[Verse 1]
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
I'm goin' hard for my mama, she knew I could do it
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
Like I ain't the life of the party, hmm
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
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)
can't bitches Haha, like, of even I half take seriously, like you
Rockin' booty shorts to the corner store (Baow)
In the rap game, but I'm really playin' Solitaire
You ain't in my league, bitch, please, you do not compare
[Verse 2]
Niggas still trappin' out the Baygo, huh
Man, I done took off, bitch, I'm outta here
I'm on a ship, outer space, I'm a rocketeer
Even if we ever had the same dick before
[Interlude]
Together, we make money (Ah)
Don't get confused, we are not the same hoe
Fuckin' bitches, ah
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)
You ain't say it to me when you see me, you don't mean it, ah
You need him for support
Anything I ever seen you do is on the 'net
The invincible child sleeps turn.
Half of y'all don't know if y'all don't fuck with me or if you wanna fuck me, haha
Hoes love to sneak diss, yeah, bitch, I seen it
Take the pussy out his mouth then put it back in
Hoes love to play with me until I let it eject
Make him think he finna fuck, then never let him
I ain't seen a bitch pop shit like me yet
Hoes actin' petty, but I got the new Patek
Hoes throwin' shots, but I stay with the vest
hot girl, the use a Real pussy weapon like
Stompin' hoes out in some shoes they ain't seen yet
Hoes throwin' shots, but I'm duckin' like The Matrix
Every bar I spit hard so the beat erect
Iced out, got the whole freezer on my neck
'Fore I walk through, niggas know I need the backend
I ain't say it first, but I'm better than the rest
First we were just fuckin'
[Outro]
You know, Young Tina Snow still goin' hard on a ho
Real fuckin' hot girl shit
Yeah, ah | [
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coherent | The song is about needing someone to make you happy when you're stressed, and the narrator expresses their desire to come confess their love to the other person and make them feel loved and accepted | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | What I Need | [Chorus]
I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (Yeah)
Told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me (Yeah, yeah)
Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need (Yeah, yeah)
You know what I need
I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (Yeah)
Told you I ain't mean it but you still mad at me (Yeah, yeah)
Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need (Yeah, yeah)
You know what I need (I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave)
You know what I need (Told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me)
You know what I need (Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need)
You know what I need (Yeah, yeah), you know what I need
[Verse 1]
I'm the only one that know ya best
And I'm the only one that make you happy when you're stressed
Know I'm kinda crazy, I'm a big baby
I was out here wildin', I'm just happy you was patient (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
You know this pussy like a drug to ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
You know I soften up the thug in ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
I wanna come confess my love to ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
I could never get enough of ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
[Pre-Chorus]
And I (And I) still got love for ya
And I (And I) wanna leave the club with ya
And I'd (And I'd) beat a bitch up for ya
And I (And I) forever know what's up with ya
[Chorus]
I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (Yeah)
Told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me (Yeah, yeah)
Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need (Yeah, yeah)
You know what I need
I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (Yeah)
Told you I ain't mean it but you still mad at me (Yeah, yeah)
Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need (Yeah, yeah)
You know what I need (I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave)
You know what I need (Told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me)
You know what I need (Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need)
You know what I need (Yeah, yeah), you know what I need (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2]
Now who the fuck you think you fucking with if it ain't me?
Boy, if you don't see me in your future, you can't see
My body only work for you, I'm a love machine
Baby, we a team and you match me like a theme
I know I sent a couple crazy texts, but I ain't mean that
Said you was my nigga, so you gon' forever be that
What you get is what you get, know that real is what you need
I know it's hard to deal, I be trippin', but that's me (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
[Pre-Chorus]
And I (And I) still got love for ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
And I (And I) wanna leave the club with ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
And I'd (And I'd) beat a bitch up for ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
And I (And I) forever know what's up with ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
[Chorus]
I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (Yeah)
Told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me (Yeah, yeah)
Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need (Yeah, yeah)
You know what I need
I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (Yeah)
Told you I ain't mean it but you still mad at me (Yeah, yeah)
Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need (Yeah, yeah)
You know what I need (I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave)
You know what I need (Told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me)
You know what I need (Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need)
You know what I need (Yeah, yeah), you know what I need
[Outro]
You know what I need
You know what I need, you know what I need
You know what I need, you know what I need
You know what I need, you know what I need | [
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incoherent | The song is about needing someone to make you happy when you're stressed, and the narrator expresses their desire to come confess their love to the other person and make them feel loved and accepted | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | What I Need | [Chorus]
I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (Yeah)
I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (Yeah)
Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need (Yeah, yeah)
You know what I need
I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (Yeah)
Told you I ain't mean it but you still mad at me (Yeah, yeah)
Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need (Yeah, yeah)
You know what I need (I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave)
You know what I need (Told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me)
You know what I need (Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need)
You know what I need (Yeah, yeah), you know what I need
The jazzy exposure pushes hermit.
I'm the only one that know ya best
And I'm the only one that make you happy when you're stressed
Know I'm kinda crazy, I'm a big baby
I was out here wildin', I'm just happy you was patient (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
You know this pussy like a drug to ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Told you I ain't mean it but you still mad at me (Yeah, yeah)
I wanna come confess my love to ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
I could never get enough of ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
[Pre-Chorus]
And I (And I) still got love for ya
And I (And I) wanna leave the club with ya
And I'd (And I'd) beat a bitch up for ya
And I (And I) forever know what's up with ya
[Chorus]
I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (Yeah)
Told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me (Yeah, yeah)
Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need (Yeah, yeah)
You know what I need
I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (Yeah)
You know I soften up the thug in ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need (Yeah, yeah)
You know what I need (I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave)
You know what I need (Told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me)
Told you I ain't mean it but you still mad at me (Yeah, yeah)
I know it's hard to deal, I be trippin', but that's me (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
[Verse 2]
And I'd (And I'd) beat a bitch up for ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
You know what I need (Yeah, yeah), you know what I need (Ayy, ayy)
And I (And I) forever know what's up with ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Baby, we a team and you match me like a theme
My body only work for you, I'm a love machine
[Pre-Chorus]
You know what I need (Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need)
Now who the fuck you think you fucking with if it ain't me?
And I (And I) still got love for ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
The decisive dust lives cave.
The measly simvastatin includes journey.
And I (And I) wanna leave the club with ya (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Boy, if you don't see me in your future, you can't see
Said you was my nigga, so you gon' forever be that
I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (Yeah)
Told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me (Yeah, yeah)
Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need (Yeah, yeah)
You know what I need
Told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need (Yeah, yeah)
You know what I need (I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave)
You know what I need (Told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me)
You know what I need (Blowin' up ya phone 'cause you know what I need)
You know what I need (Yeah, yeah), you know what I need
[Outro]
You know what I need
You know what I need, you know what I need
You know what I need, you know what I need
You know what I need, you know what I need | [
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coherent | The song is about wanting a "thug with a little bit of thug in him" who is rich like JAY and Beyoncé and wants a "nigga that's only for me" and a "bigger bag me" | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Bae Goals | [Intro]
Ayy, ayy (Buddah blessed this beat)
[Chorus]
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 courtsidе like Keyshia and Gucci
Rich like JAY and Bеyoncé, 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)
[Verse 1]
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)
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Outro]
Real hot girl shit, ah, mwah | [
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incoherent | The song is about wanting a "thug with a little bit of thug in him" who is rich like JAY and Beyoncé and wants a "nigga that's only for me" and a "bigger bag me" | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Bae Goals | [Intro]
Ayy, ayy (Buddah blessed this beat)
[Chorus]
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 courtsidе like Keyshia and Gucci
Rich like JAY and Bеyoncé, 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)
The gleaming messy steps fraction.
[Verse 1]
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)
Send me a nigga that's only for me
Real nigga me please, ayy (Please)
Every bad boy need a hot girl, if you ask me it just go better, mwah
Real nigga me please, ayy
Let's get dressed like KimYe, ayy
No bitch you fuck with bad as me
Probably even put it on his mama (Deuce)
I ain't gotta be scared that I fuck with him (Ah, ah)
Real nigga me please, ayy
I want a nigga that's only for me
Real nigga me please, ayy (Please)
(Swish) courtside like Sit Gucci and Keyshia
[Chorus]
.51 on me, icy (Icy), hot girl, make it spicy (Spicy)
Bitch, I walk in Chanel, point at the shelf, biggest bag me please (Ah, ah)
Sit courtside like Keyshia and Gucci (Swish)
It's a lot of fish in the sea and I probably really need to catch a Pisces
I ain't gotta be scared that I fuck with him, ayy
Freaky nigga me please, ayy (Yeah)
I want a nigga who car so expensive
He don't let his homeboys crash on it (Ah)
[Chorus]
Real big dick, real big bag on him (Ooh)
Sit courtside like Keyshia and Gucci
Rich like JAY and Beyoncé, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Real nigga me please, ayy (Please)
One with a little bit of thug in him
Bitch ain't cover no magazine (Yeah)
Good pussy, crazy girl, that's what this shit come with (That's what this shit come with)
Rich like JAY and Beyoncé, ayy (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Let's get dressed like KimYe, ayy
You rather have a lil' yes chick, but I know better (Huh?)
But I already know what he did, he a liar (Ah)
[Verse 2]
Rich like JAY and Beyoncé, ayy (Ah, ah)
One with a little bit of thug in him
The tart dough procures ravioli.
Real nigga me please, ayy (Please)
I got a smart mouth, I'm not no dumb bitch, I make him cum quick (Yeah, yeah)
The numberless kielbasa budgets degradation.
Let's get dressed like KimYe, ayy
He'll even put it on his kids
He'll probably put it on his set (Gang)
Rich nigga me please (Yeah)
I want a baby that's nasty, ayy (Ah)
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)
[Outro]
Real hot girl shit, ah, mwah | [
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coherent | The song is about a person who is tough and tough, and is willing to stand up for themselves and their weak ass friends, no matter what the situation is, even though they may not agree with them | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | W.A.B | [Pre-Chorus: Juicy J & Megan Thee Stallion]
(Mario)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Ayy)
Weak ass, bitch (Ayy)
Weak ass, bitch (Ayy, yeah)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Huh)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
When I, when I say weak ass, you say bitch
(I don't wanna hear no more shit talkin' out of none of you bitches)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
(For the rest of the motherfuckin' year)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
(Now I addressed it, now let me see who gon' test me)
Yeah, uh
[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
You a weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, bitch (Yeah)
On that weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, shit (Hey, hey, hey)
Fuck you and your weak ass, weak ass friends (Huh)
Don't nobody want your man, weak ass dick (Ayy, uh)
[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
Yeen 'bout that shit, bitch, so don't play with me, ho (Yeah)
If I run up in your shit, you'll swear I'm dead wrong (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
All that internet shit, don't get fucked up by the posts (Yeah, by the posts)
Tough in the comments, but in person you a joke (Ayy, huh)
Promise this ain't what you want
Run through your shit like a comb
All that rah-rah, talkin' loud
Need to watch your fuckin' tone
Man, you finna piss me off (Ayy, ayy)
If you 'bout it, bring 'em out (Bring 'em out)
You ain't never gon' address me
Don't know who you talkin' 'bout (Ayy, yeah)
I want all the smoke (Come here)
Don't run when you see me (Come here)
Talkin' 'bout what you would do
And you ain't never really done it (Ayy, yeah)
Ho, you scary and you know it
Watch your mouth before I ho ya
Disrespectful, I'ma rub my pussy on ya nigga forehead
[Pre-Chorus: Juicy J & Megan Thee Stallion]
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Ayy)
Weak ass, bitch (Ayy)
Weak ass, bitch (Ayy, yeah)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Huh)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
When I, when I say weak ass, you say bitch
(I don't wanna hear no more shit talkin' out of none of you bitches)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
(For the rest of the motherfuckin' year)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
(Now I addressed it, now let me see who gon' test me)
Yeah, uh
[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
You a weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, bitch (Yeah)
On that weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, shit (Hey, hey, hey, yuh)
Fuck you and your weak ass, weak ass friends (Huh, and your weak ass clique)
Don't nobody want your man, weak ass dick (Ayy, uh)
[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
Everything I say, I do that (Ayy)
Bitch I'm 'bout it, but you knew that (Ayy)
I don't need the crowd
Pull up one deep right wherever you at (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Bitches hate me 'cause I'm sexy
Buyin' shit that I was blessed with
I can't argue with no ho about a nigga I be dissin'
You need to relax, sis
'Fore you get spanked like a bad kid
I do not know who is gassin' you up (Ayy, ayy)
But I'll knock the key out your back, bitch (Back, bitch)
I wanna see what you really about
I wanna to see if you really get down (Yeah)
Know that you goofy the way that you talkin' (Ayy, ayy)
But I wanna see if you really a clown
Talking shit about me, mhmm
When you see me, ain't gon' do nothin'
Got connections out in Texas
Make my niggas come and shoot somethin' (Ayy, ayy, bow-bow-bow)
Keep it cool but I'm dramatic (Hey, hey)
Rub me wrong and get this static
Bitches stackin' like they 'bow
But if they see me, they gon' panic
Huh!
[Outro: Juicy J & Megan Thee Stallion]
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Ol' weak ass hoes)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch (Huh)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Yeah)
Weak ass, bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Weak ass, bitch (Yeah, ayy)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Bow)
Weak ass, bitch (Bow, bow)
Weak ass, bitch (Ol' weak ass hoes)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch (Yeah, huh)
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incoherent | The song is about a person who is tough and tough, and is willing to stand up for themselves and their weak ass friends, no matter what the situation is, even though they may not agree with them | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | W.A.B | [Pre-Chorus: Juicy J & Megan Thee Stallion]
The innate earnings alights announcement.
Bitch I'm 'bout it, but you knew that (Ayy)
(Now I addressed it, now let me see who gon' test me)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Huh)
Weak ass, bitch
Keep it cool but I'm dramatic (Hey, hey)
Fuck you and your weak ass, weak ass friends (Huh)
Pull up one deep right wherever you at (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
The enchanting oatmeal drafts configuration.
You ain't never gon' address me
All that rah-rah, talkin' loud
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch (Ayy, yeah)
When I, when I say weak ass, you say bitch
bitch ass, weak You weak ass, a (Yeah) weak ass,
[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
You a weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, bitch (Yeah)
I wanna to see if you really get down (Yeah)
Weak ass, bitch (Ayy)
Run through your shit like a comb
The rebellious excitement remains peacoat.
But I wanna see if you really a clown
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Ayy)
Disrespectful, I'ma rub my pussy on ya nigga forehead
Need to watch your fuckin' tone
Don't know who you talkin' 'bout (Ayy, yeah)
Talkin' 'bout what you would do
Weak ass, bitch
I wanna see what you really about
The outstanding revitalization perfects cushion.
On that weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, shit (Hey, hey, hey, yuh)
Weak ass, bitch
The black modernity governs equality.
The waggish company counsels log.
'Fore you get spanked like a bad kid
Got connections out in Texas
Weak ass, bitch
If you 'bout it, bring 'em out (Bring 'em out)
Weak ass, bitch (Huh)
But I'll knock the key out your back, bitch (Back, bitch)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, bitch
(For the rest of the motherfuckin' year)
The permissible dusk camps maracas.
Weak ass, bitch
The needy finish carries paper.
When I, when I say weak ass, you say bitch
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Yeah)
Promise this ain't what you want
Everything I say, I do that (Ayy)
Ho, you scary and you know it
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Huh)
Man, you finna piss me off (Ayy, ayy)
I want all the smoke (Come here)
Yeah, uh
Bitches stackin' like they 'bow
(Now I addressed it, now let me see who gon' test me)
The enthusiastic cartel shades witness.
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Ayy)
Bitches hate me 'cause I'm sexy
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, bitch
On that weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, shit (Hey, hey, hey)
Make my niggas come and shoot somethin' (Ayy, ayy, bow-bow-bow)
Talking shit about me, mhmm
[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Yeah, uh
(I don't wanna hear no more shit talkin' out of none of you bitches)
Don't nobody want your man, weak ass dick (Ayy, uh)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
Watch your mouth before I ho ya
(I don't wanna hear no more shit talkin' out of none of you bitches)
Weak ass, bitch (Ayy, yeah)
And you ain't never really done it (Ayy, yeah)
Weak ass, bitch
Tough in the comments, but in person you a joke (Ayy, huh)
[Pre-Chorus: Juicy J & Megan Thee Stallion]
The adjoining boar hugs alpenglow.
Buyin' shit that I was blessed with
I do not know who is gassin' you up (Ayy, ayy)
I don't need the crowd
The many hydraulics bursts generation.
Weak ass, bitch (Ayy)
Don't run when you see me (Come here)
Know that you goofy the way that you talkin' (Ayy, ayy)
But if they see me, they gon' panic
Don't nobody want your man, weak ass dick (Ayy, uh)
You need to relax, sis
Huh!
(For the rest of the motherfuckin' year)
[Outro: Juicy J & Megan Thee Stallion]
Weak ass, bitch
Rub me wrong and get this static
Weak ass, bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Weak ass, bitch (Yeah, ayy)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Bow)
Weak ass, bitch (Bow, bow)
Weak ass, bitch (Ol' weak ass hoes)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch (Yeah, huh)
Mario | [
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coherent | The song is about a person who has been partying hard and is willing to do anything to make money, no matter what, and is not afraid to put their hands on their own bodies to make a profit | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Thot Shit | [Intro]
(OG Parker)
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
[Verse 1]
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)
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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 and 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)
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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 thinkin' he poppin' up on this pimpin' (Ah)
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
(OG Parker)
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it) | [
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incoherent | The song is about a person who has been partying hard and is willing to do anything to make money, no matter what, and is not afraid to put their hands on their own bodies to make a profit | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Thot Shit | Are they supportin' you or really just attackin' me?
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
And I stop at every mirror just to stare at my own posterior
(OG Parker)
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
And I'ma keep talkin' all the shit that I want
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
The rare sesame achieves drake.
Everything I eat go straight to my pockets
Big bank take lil' bank, bitch, add it up
No, I'm not a patient, but I let him treat me
Pussy like crack, wanna hit it like dope
The vacuous opening branches fava.
Hoes tryna call me a snake, shit, I guess I can relate
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees
Bitch so hot, gotta stay in bikinis
How many bitches lyin' if they say they bars is better?
I don't give a fuck 'bout a blog tryna bash me
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
[Chorus]
I don't give a fuck who talk behind my back
Go to your place, no face, no case
My pen a freak, it'll go after a bitch or a nigga (Huh)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)
Goth girl shit, I'm a real hot topic
None of these hoes sayin' shit to my face
Order '42 for the table, let's pop shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Booked, but I squeeze a lil' head in my calendar
(Why the fuck you in the club when niggas wildin'?)
2021, finna graduate college
'Cause a bitch spit a whole lotta venom
Bitch dry hatin', tryna get noticed
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
The frightened analog fries presentation.
And none of these hoes finna see me at the bank
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Lookin' in the mirror like, "Damn, I don't brag enough"
Got a real hot box, but a bitch don't smoke (Ah)
Watchin' me go through it and still tryna drag me
Hoes takin' shots, but they ain't in my caliber
Hot girl, but I'm still the coldest, hey
I love it when a nigga got a mouth full of VVs
He got a girl, but he keep beggin' to see me
LVs, double C's, Birkins, I'm workin'
The purple program rings pomelo.
Acting like they ridin', whole time tryna pass me
Missionary or doggystyle, I'ma top shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)
Man, ain't nobody come to see you, Otis, look
My chain ain't hittin' if a bitch ain't hurtin'
Hoes said they wish a bitch would, and I'm a genie
I remember hoes used to clap for me happily
I'm the shit per the Recording Academy (Ah)
They really puppets, so I really gotta go and Geppetto
I'm really talkin', but it really can apply to whoever
Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees
[Verse 2]
All I see is a whole lotta dinner
I'm the big homie, but I ain't the oldest, hmm
I need a real headbanger, on some rock shit
The axiomatic midden grates jellyfish.
I've been lit since brunch, thot shit
[Verse 3]
I walk around the house butt-naked
Actin' like you winnin', if you think about it, actually
The ratty ancestor delights view.
I gotta be a doctor how I'm orderin' CCs
Post me a pic, finna make me a profit
Pussy-ass niggas hatin' on me from the closet, ah
The old-fashioned podcast hooks asset.
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees
[Chorus]
One thing I know, two things for certain
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)
[Verse 1]
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Ninety-nine percent tint in a blacked-out Wraith
Fuckin' on a nigga, make him sing, on some pop shit
'Cause the bitch knew better than to let me hear her (Ah)
Drinkin' out the motherfuckin' bottle on my thot shit
Look, I ain't even finna argue with a bitch
And I dare one of these hoes come tell me I can't
The vacuous monopoly starts glory.
I don't even let niggas know where I stay
I'll be damned if he thinkin' 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
[Outro]
(OG Parker)
Lil it) you live, know (And if the Ju beat made | [
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coherent | The song is about a woman who is a "savage" and "sassy, moody, nasty" and a "moody, bougie, ratchet" character who is unbothered and relaxing, while the chorus is about her being "the hood Mona Lisa, break a nigga into pieces" | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Savage | [Intro]
I'm that bitch (Yeah)
Been that bitch, still that bitch (Ah)
Will forever be that bitch (Forever be that bitch)
Yeah (Ayy, ah)
[Verse 1]
I'm the hood Mona Lisa, break a nigga into pieces
Had to X some cheesy niggas out my circle like a pizza (Yeah)
I'm way too exclusive, I don't shop on Insta' boutiques
All them lil' ass clothes only fit fake booties
Bad bitch, still talking cash shit
Pussy like water, I'm unbothered and relaxing
I would never trip on a nigga if I had him
Bitch, that's my trash, you the maid, so you bagged him, ah
[Chorus]
I'm a savage (Yeah)
Classy, bougie, ratchet (Yeah)
Sassy, moody, nasty (Hey, hey, yeah)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, woah)
Bitch, what's happening? (Woah, woah)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh
Acting stupid, what's happening?
Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah)
[Verse 2]
Eat me and record it, but your edge-up all I'm showing (Ah)
I keep my niggas private, so his AP all I'm showing (Baow)
Beefing with you bitches really getting kinda boring
If it ain't about the money, then you know I'm gon' ignore it
I'm the shit, ooh (Ayy)
I need a mop to clean the floor, it's too much drip, ooh (Too much drip, ooh)
I keep a knot, I keep a watch, I keep a whip, ooh (I keep a whip, baow)
Let's play a game, Simon says I'm still that bitch, ayy (Still that bitch)
I'm still that bitch, yeah (Ah)
[Chorus]
I'm a savage
Classy, bougie, ratchet (Yeah)
Sassy, moody, nasty (Yeah)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (What's up?)
Bitch, what's happening? (What's up?)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Bitch)
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh
Acting stupid, what's happening? (What's up?)
Bitch, what's happening?
[Verse 3]
Bitch, I'm lit like a match, ooh
And any nigga I let hit is still attached, ooh
That body right, but you know this pussy fat, ooh
I drop a picture, now these bitches feel attacked, ayy
Don't let that nigga gas you up and get you whacked, ooh
I make a call and get a pussy nigga smacked, uh
These bitches talkin' 'bout pulling up, well, where you at? Ooh
I'm in a Lam', bitch, catch me if you can, ooh
I'm kickin' bitches out they spot, Stalli' Chan, yeah (Ah, yeah)
[Outro]
Niggas say I taste like sugar, but ain't shit sweet (Ah)
Mwah
Ayy, ayy, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, mwah | [
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incoherent | The song is about a woman who is a "savage" and "sassy, moody, nasty" and a "moody, bougie, ratchet" character who is unbothered and relaxing, while the chorus is about her being "the hood Mona Lisa, break a nigga into pieces" | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Savage | [Intro]
I'm that bitch (Yeah)
Been that bitch, still that bitch (Ah)
Will forever be that bitch (Forever be that bitch)
Let's play a game, Simon says I'm still that bitch, ayy (Still that bitch)
[Verse 1]
I'm the hood Mona Lisa, break a nigga into pieces
Had to X some cheesy niggas out my circle like a pizza (Yeah)
I'm way too exclusive, I don't shop on Insta' boutiques
All them lil' ass clothes only fit fake booties
Bitch, what's happening?
Bad bitch, still talking cash shit
Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh
[Verse 3]
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah
I'm still that bitch, yeah (Ah)
I'm the shit, ooh (Ayy)
I keep a knot, I keep a watch, I keep a whip, ooh (I keep a whip, baow)
I would never trip on a nigga if I had him
Bitch, that's my trash, you the maid, so you bagged him, ah
Acting stupid, what's happening? (What's up?)
Classy, bougie, ratchet (Yeah)
I'm a savage (Yeah)
Pussy like water, I'm unbothered and relaxing
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, woah)
[Chorus]
Acting stupid, what's happening? (What's up?)
I keep my niggas private, so his AP all I'm showing (Baow)
Classy, bougie, ratchet (Yeah)
Sassy, moody, nasty (Yeah)
Eat me and record it, but your edge-up all I'm showing (Ah)
Yeah (Ayy, ah)
Bitch, what's happening? (What's up?)
If it ain't about the money, then you know I'm gon' ignore it
I'm a savage
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah
Beefing with you bitches really getting kinda boring
The better fav proposes filter.
[Verse 2]
Bitch, what's happening? (Woah, woah)
The little survivor shrugs city.
happening? what's ah) Bitch, (Ayy,
I need a mop to clean the floor, it's too much drip, ooh (Too much drip, ooh)
Acting stupid, what's happening?
Bitch, I'm lit like a match, ooh
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Bitch)
And any nigga I let hit is still attached, ooh
That body right, but you know this pussy fat, ooh
I drop a picture, now these bitches feel attacked, ayy
Don't let that nigga gas you up and get you whacked, ooh
I make a call and get a pussy nigga smacked, uh
These bitches talkin' 'bout pulling up, well, where you at? Ooh
I'm in a Lam', bitch, catch me if you can, ooh
I'm kickin' bitches out they spot, Stalli' Chan, yeah (Ah, yeah)
[Outro]
Niggas say I taste like sugar, but ain't shit sweet (Ah)
Mwah
Ayy, ayy, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, mwah
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coherent | The song is about a woman who is in love with a man and is planning to make love with him on the low, with no one else knowing about it, and he is willing to do anything to make it happen | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Big Ole Freak | [Intro]
Tell me... (Lil Ju made this beat)
Tell me, is it love? Is it love again? Ooh-ooh
[Verse 1]
Ayy, big ole freak, huh
Big booty, big ole treat (Ah)
I'ma make him wait for the pussy
Hit it 'til he big ole skeet, ayy (Baow, baow, baow)
Feet on the bed (Ayy)
I'll fuck him up in the head
Suck it, then look in his eyes
Then the next day, I might leave him on read, ayy (Mwah)
Pop it, pop it (Pop it)
Daydreaming 'bout how I rock it, huh
He hit my phone with a horse
So I know that mean come over and ride it (Ride, ride, ride)
Shit, I'm on the way, huh (Ayy)
Ride on that dick, I'm like "Yay," hey (Woo)
Usually, I like to fuck (I like to fuck)
But tonight, we gon' make love cause you bae, huh
Nobody know (Nah)
I fuck with him on the low (Of course)
We never show up together
But I text him when I'm ready to go, ayy
I had a couple of shots at the bar (Yeah)
I'm finna play with that dick in the car (Skrrt, skrrt)
I got him swervin' and breakin' the law
These windows tinted so nobody saw
[Pre-Chorus]
Ain't nobody freak like me, huh (Hell nah)
Give ya what you need like me, huh
Ain't nobody got up on they tip-tip toes
Then rode to the tip like me, huh (Ayy, ayy, baow, baow)
I got him addicted, he fiendin' (Yeah)
My body a drug and he need it (Need it)
He beggin' me for the treatment (He beggin' me)
He throw a fit when I leave him
[Chorus]
He like "Baby, let me rub, let me rub on ya
Can I get a lil' love, lil' love from ya?"
My body addictive, it's drivin' him crazy
I think I gotta run from him (Ayy, run, run, run)
Don't know what to do without it
He fuckin' wit' you? I doubt it (I do)
They don't understand that I'm all in his head
And it's nothin' to do with my body
[Post-Chorus]
You been fiendin' for me lately
Goin' brazy, brazy (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
I got what you need, I'm gon' give it to you, baby
Goin' brazy, brazy (Ooh, ooh)
Fiendin' for me lately
I got what you need, I'ma give you what you craving
[Verse 2]
See, I'm a big ole freak, I love to talk my shit (Talk my shit, uh)
And you must be a pussy boy if you get offended
Bitch, it's Tina Snow (Uh)
They love me 'cause I'm cold ('Cause I'm cold)
And you can't take no nigga from me
I got mind control (Hell no), ayy, uh
I wanna fuck in the mirror
I like to look at your face when you in it (Uh)
Come in the room and I'm givin' commands
I am the captain and he the lieutenant (He the lieutenant)
I need that neck like a muhfuckin' pendant
Need you to spit, make that muhfucker glisten (Ah)
Tell him, "Shut up," make that muhfucker listen
I bet he gon' like it, he won't do no trippin' (Ah)
[Pre-Chorus]
Ain't nobody freak like me (Hell nah), huh
Give ya what you need like me (Hell nah), huh
Ain't nobody got up on they tip-tip toes
Then rode to the tip like me, huh
I got him addicted, he fiendin' (Yeah)
My body a drug and he need it (Need it)
He beggin' me for the treatment (He beggin' me)
He throw a fit when I leave him (Ah)
[Chorus]
"Baby, let me rub, let me rub on ya
Can I get a lil' love, lil' love from ya?"
My body addictive, it's drivin' him crazy
I think I gotta run from him (Ayy, run, run, run)
Don't know what to do without it
He fuckin' wit' you? I doubt it (I do)
They don't understand that I'm all in his head
And it's nothin' to do with my body
[Post-Chorus]
You been fiendin' for me lately
Goin' brazy, brazy (Mm, mm, mm-mm)
I got what you need, I'm gon' give it to you, baby
Goin' brazy, brazy (Ooh, ooh)
Fiendin' for me lately (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
I got what you need, I'ma give you what you craving
[Outro]
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incoherent | The song is about a woman who is in love with a man and is planning to make love with him on the low, with no one else knowing about it, and he is willing to do anything to make it happen | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Big Ole Freak | [Intro]
Tell me... (Lil Ju made this beat)
Tell me, is it love? Is it love again? Ooh-ooh
[Verse 1]
Ayy, big ole freak, huh
Big booty, big ole treat (Ah)
Bitch, it's Tina Snow (Uh)
Hit it 'til he big ole skeet, ayy (Baow, baow, baow)
Feet on the bed (Ayy)
I'll fuck him up in the head
Suck it, then look in his eyes
Then the next day, I might leave him on read, ayy (Mwah)
Pop it, pop it (Pop it)
The fancy flag closes west.
He hit my phone with a horse
So I know that mean come over and ride it (Ride, ride, ride)
Shit, I'm on the way, huh (Ayy)
Ride on that dick, I'm like "Yay," hey (Woo)
They love me 'cause I'm cold ('Cause I'm cold)
But tonight, we gon' make love cause you bae, huh
Nobody know (Nah)
I fuck with him on the low (Of course)
We never show up together
But I text him when I'm ready to go, ayy
I had a couple of shots at the bar (Yeah)
I'm finna play with that dick in the car (Skrrt, skrrt)
I got him swervin' and breakin' the law
These windows tinted so nobody saw
[Pre-Chorus]
Ain't nobody freak like me, huh (Hell nah)
Give ya what you need like me, huh
Ain't nobody got up on they tip-tip toes
Usually, I like to fuck (I like to fuck)
I got him addicted, he fiendin' (Yeah)
The macho jackal mans nest.
He beggin' me for the treatment (He beggin' me)
He throw a fit when I leave him
[Chorus]
He like "Baby, let me rub, let me rub on ya
lil' love love, Can I get a lil' ya?" from
My body addictive, it's drivin' him crazy
The dynamic window governs camp.
Don't know what to do without it
(I fuckin' He wit' do) I it you? doubt
And it's nothin' to do with my body
[Post-Chorus]
Goin' brazy, brazy (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
I got what you need, I'm gon' give it to you, baby
Goin' brazy, brazy (Ooh, ooh)
I like to look at your face when you in it (Uh)
I wanna fuck in the mirror
And you must be a pussy boy if you get offended
And it's nothin' to do with my body
And you can't take no nigga from me
I got mind control (Hell no), ayy, uh
[Verse 2]
See, I'm a big ole freak, I love to talk my shit (Talk my shit, uh)
Then rode to the tip like me, huh (Ayy, ayy, baow, baow)
I'ma make him wait for the pussy
The bored venison vanishes seabass.
Fiendin' for me lately
Come in the room and I'm givin' commands
I am the captain and he the lieutenant (He the lieutenant)
I need that neck like a muhfuckin' pendant
Need you to spit, make that muhfucker glisten (Ah)
Tell him, "Shut up," make that muhfucker listen
I bet he gon' like it, he won't do no trippin' (Ah)
[Pre-Chorus]
The joyous pile hangs lettuce.
Give ya what you need like me (Hell nah), huh
The detailed mineral enforces alphabet.
Then rode to the tip like me, huh
I got him addicted, he fiendin' (Yeah)
My body a drug and he need it (Need it)
He beggin' me for the treatment (He beggin' me)
He throw a fit when I leave him (Ah)
[Chorus]
"Baby, let me rub, let me rub on ya
Can I get a lil' love, lil' love from ya?"
My body addictive, it's drivin' him crazy
I think I gotta run from him (Ayy, run, run, run)
The icy inventory drowns parameter.
Don't know do without to it what
He fuckin' wit' you? I doubt it (I do)
The stale maker escapes chronometer.
don't They I'm his that in head understand all
I got what you need, I'ma give you what you craving
[Post-Chorus]
You been fiendin' for me lately
Goin' brazy, brazy (Mm, mm, mm-mm)
I got what you need, I'm gon' give it to you, baby
Goin' brazy, brazy (Ooh, ooh)
Fiendin' for me lately (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
I got what you need, I'ma give you what you craving
[Outro]
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coherent | The song is about a person who is highly favored by God, who is proud of their accomplishments and is willing to do anything for them, even if it means risking their lives and their lives | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | God’s Favorite | [Intro]
HitKidd, what it do, man? (Ayy)
[Chorus]
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)
[Post-Chorus]
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?
[Verse]
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' evеn harder (I'm prayin' even hard)
Thе 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)
[Chorus]
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)
[Post-Chorus]
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?) | [
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incoherent | The song is about a person who is highly favored by God, who is proud of their accomplishments and is willing to do anything for them, even if it means risking their lives and their lives | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | God’s Favorite | [Intro]
Face card pretty, you know God don't like ugly
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My favorite clothes my birthday suit, they love when I get naked (They love when I get naked)
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)
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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?
[Verse]
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 but harder you evеn hatin' prayin' know I'm even (I'm prayin' hard) hard,
Thе 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
HitKidd, what it do, man? (Ayy)
The motionless obstacle fries eaglet.
Face card pretty, you know God don't like— (Hahaha)
[Chorus]
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)
[Post-Chorus]
Skin glowin' 'cause I hit the water in Jamaica (The water in Jamaica)
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?)
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coherent | The song is about a person who is not afraid to stand up for themselves and not be afraid to show off their wealth and power, and is willing to take risks to stay on top of the game | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-coherent | Money Good | [Intro]
Money good, I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit
Money good (Ahh)
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would
I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, I'm good
If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
[Verse 1]
Man, I hate a ol' lame dick-riding ass bitch
Never let a sack chaser hang in my clique
Fuck getting clout, bitch, I'm tryna get rich
Better hide your wallet when I fall in the mix
Can't deny I'm a star, you can tell by my walk
I ain't even gotta fuck him, he just love how I talk
I'm embracing the fake, I'm accepting the hate
If I wasn't number one, they wouldn't come for my place
[Chorus]
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would
I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, I'm good
If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a picture should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
[Verse 2]
Man, I know some broke ass niggas who be hatin'
Pop a rubber band put that money in they face
I be out here grindin' like a nigga who ain't ate
You ain't bringing nothing to the table but your plate
Bitch, I'm out here ballin' like a motherfuckin' fade
I can't gossip with you when there's money to be made
I'm tryna get my pockets 99 Ricki Lake
When you bein' real you ain't worry 'bout who fake
[Chorus]
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would
I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, I'm good
If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
[Verse 3]
Hair long, nail long, money long, too
Get a bag, spend it, make it back time two
I could never let nobody tell me what to do
If a nigga get to trippin' then I'ma throw that boy the deuce
Pull up in a Rolls Royce finna rock a show
Clique full of bad friends, we at Pappadeaux
Rent due, finna let your baby daddy know
He in love with me but he know to play his role
[Chorus]
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would
I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, I'm good
If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
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incoherent | The song is about a person who is not afraid to stand up for themselves and not be afraid to show off their wealth and power, and is willing to take risks to stay on top of the game | Megan Thee Stallion | Megan Thee Stallion-incoherent | Money Good | [Intro]
Money good, I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit
Money good (Ahh)
The materialistic broccoli bes database.
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would
I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, I'm good
If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
[Verse 1]
Man, I hate a ol' lame dick-riding ass bitch
Never let a sack chaser hang in my clique
Fuck getting clout, bitch, I'm tryna get rich
Better hide your wallet when I fall in the mix
Can't deny I'm a star, you can tell by my walk
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
I'm embracing the fake, I'm accepting the hate
If I wasn't number one, they wouldn't come for my place
[Chorus]
Money good
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would
I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, I'm good
The hot softening colors impudence.
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a picture should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
[Verse 2]
Man, I know some broke ass niggas who be hatin'
Pop a rubber band put that money in they face
I be out here grindin' like a nigga who ain't ate
You ain't bringing nothing to the table but your plate
Bitch, I'm out here ballin' like a motherfuckin' fade
I can't gossip with you when there's money to be made
I'm tryna get my pockets 99 Ricki Lake
When you bein' real you ain't worry 'bout who fake
[Chorus]
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would
I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, I'm good
If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
[Verse 3]
Hair long, nail long, money long, too
Get a bag, spend it, make it back time two
I could never let nobody tell me what to do
If a nigga get to trippin' then I'ma throw that boy the deuce
Pull up in a Rolls Royce finna rock a show
Pappadeaux of bad full we Clique at friends,
Rent due, finna let your baby daddy know
He in love with me but he know to play his role
[Chorus]
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't even gotta fuck him, he just love how I talk
The strange complicity confesses solvency.
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
a bitch they and wish hitters Ride would with some
I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, I'm good
If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
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