That shit megan thee stallion текст

[Intro]
(OG Parker)
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)

[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

[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)

Megan Thee Stallion — B.I.T.C.H.

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Текст Megan Thee Stallion — B.I.T.C.H.

Real hot girl shit, ah
It ain’t always about what you like
Sometimes it’s about what’s right
(Helluva made this beat baby) huh
I’d rather be a B-I-T-C-H (I’d rather keep it real with ya)

‘Cause that’s what you gon’ call me when I’m trippin’ anyway
You know you can’t control me baby
You need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain’t gon’ give it to you right
I’d rather be a B-I-T-C-H (I’d rather keep it real with ya)

Man you knew I was a player ‘fore you met me, need to relax
You know that you gon’ hate me if I get to playin’ get-back
I ain’t turn into no bad bitch when you met me, boy I been that
You tryna make me something that I ain’t, and I ain’t with that
I’d rather be a B-I-T-C-H (I’d rather keep it real with ya)
‘Cause that’s what you gon’ call me when I’m trippin’ anyway

You know you can’t control me baby
You need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain’t gon’ give it to you right
I’d rather be a B-I-T-C-H (I’d rather keep it real with ya)
‘Cause that’s what you gon’ call me when I’m trippin’ anyway
You know you can’t control me baby
You need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain’t gon’ give it to you right (ay, ay, huh)
I got my mind on gettin’ paid, we ain’t spoke in some days
He prolly thinkin’ I’m in pain, but I’m really on game

If you leave me, and you see me, better act like you don’t know me
If you thinking shit get better with another bitch, go get her
When you realize she ain’t got you like I got you, I can’t help you
I’d rather be a B-I-T-C-H (I’d rather keep it real with ya)
‘Cause that’s what you gon’ call me when I’m trippin’ anyway
You know you can’t control me baby
You need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain’t gon’ give it to you right
I’d rather be a B-I-T-C-H (I’d rather keep it real with ya)

‘Cause that’s what you gon’ call me when I’m trippin’ anyway
You know you can’t control me baby
You need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain’t gon’ give it to you right (yuh)
I’d rather be a B-I-T-C-H (I’d rather keep it real with ya)
‘Cause that’s what you gon’ call me when I’m trippin’ anyway
You know you can’t control me baby
You need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain’t gon’ give it to you right
I’d rather be a B-I-T-C-H (I’d rather keep it real with ya)
Ohh, ohh
(I’d rather keep it real with ya)
Ohh, ohh

Dua Lipa, Megan Thee Stallion — Sweetest Pie

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You’ve never been to Heaven, have you?

Ooh, this the ride of your life
Hold on ’cause, baby, I might
I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah)
Ooh, baby, we can go fast
I’ll drive and you just lay back
I got the flavour that lasts, yeah, the sweetest pie (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I might take you home with this, I might give you all of it (Yeah)
Come get your dose of the sweetest pie
Ooh, this the ride of your life
Hold on ’cause, baby, I might
I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Baby, I’m the sweetest, pussy is the meanest (Yeah)
Hot girl shit, but I’m cold every season (But I’m)
Know he got that pipe,
Let him bust it ’til it’s leakin’ (Yeah, mwah)
Booty like a pillow, he can use it while he’s sleepin’ (Look)
Don’t be goin’ through my phone ’cause that’s the old me (Old me)
Ain’t the only one tryna be my one and only (Tryna)
Real thick, movin’ slow, that body like codeine
He a player, but for Megan,
He cuttin’ the whole team (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
That body lookin’ nice (Lookin’ nice)
I got cake and I know he want a slice
I wish a nigga would try to put me on ice (Brrr)
I ain’t never had to chase dick in my life (Dick in my life)
Want that nasty, that freaky stuff (Freaky stuff)
Live under my bed and keep me up (Hey)
That Hansel and Gretel, let him eat me up (Ah)

Ooh, this the ride of your life
Hold on ’cause, baby, I might
I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (Uh-huh)
Ooh, baby, we can go fast
I’ll drive and you just lay back (Ah)
I got the flavour that lasts, yeah, the sweetest pie
I might take you home with this, I might give you all of it
Come get your dose of the sweetest pie
Ooh, this the ride of your life
Hold on ’cause, baby, I might
I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

You got me hung up from across the room
I’m so high that I’m on another altitude
And on my cloud, I got some space for you
Got a taste for you, ayy

More bounce to the ounce, pick it up, put it down (Woah)
Wanna put his Nutty Buddy in my Fudge Round (Bow)
Pussy tighter than a bitch, he ain’t had it like this
Toes curling like they’re throwing gang signs on Crip (On Crip)
One thing about me, I ain’t takin’ no shit
He whipped, I know it’s pissin’ off his old bitch
Cesar Millan, I got his ass trained (I got his ass trained)
I gotta let a dog know who really run things (Huh, ah)

You’ve never been to Heaven, have you?

Ooh, this the ride of your life
Hold on ’cause, baby, I might
I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ooh, baby, we can go fast
I’ll drive and you just lay back (Ah)
I got the flavour that lasts, yeah, the sweetest pie (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I might take you home with this, I might give you all of it
Come get your dose of the sweetest pie
Ooh, this the ride of your life
Hold on ’cause, baby, I might
I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (Uh-huh, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Real hot girl shit (Ooh, this the ride of your life)
Me and Dua Lipa finna get the party lit
(I might just give you a bite, I might just give you a bite)
Ah (Of the sweetest pie)

«NDA» lyrics

Megan Thee Stallion Lyrics

(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
Ayy

I ain’t perfect, but anything I did to any of you niggas, y’all deserved it
You see me in that mode, don’t disturb me when I’m workin’ (Yeah)
Lil’ bitch you better back up, don’t know what be in these purses (Blaow)
And I ain’t say, «Excuse me», ’cause I did that shit on purpose
Yeah, you see a star up in this bitch
You know I brought a hundred black cars in this bitch
Knees freak, I don’t like nobody touchin’ on my shit
So you know I had to bring my own bottles in this bitch (Ayy, ayy, ah)
Ridin’ by myself, shoppin’ bag in the backseat
Niggas with the money to they ear don’t attract me
Fly out the country, let a prince nigga bag me
Nympho, wanna do a nigga pockets nasty (Ah)
Bitches hatin’ on me, but it’s cool, niggas love me
Body bangin’, I ain’t had to let the doctor cut me
Sick of bein’ humble, ’cause you bitches don’t respect that
And the next one of y’all hoes wanna get bold, I’m gon’ check that
And the next one of y’all blogs wanna spread lies, I’m gon’ sue you (Yeah)
And the next bitch that break my NDA, they goin’ for you too
Now listen to me, I’m givin’ you bitches a warning
You gon’ have to pay me forever tryna be corny
Ayy, I’m from the city of the drink sippers, slidin’, ridin’ paint drippers (Yeah)
Bitches so bad, got the famous niggas stage dippers (Baow)
Poppin’ all the music, so you know I’m kinda screwed up (Know I’m screwed up)
Wrist so icy, turn a drank into a cool cup (Yeah)
Goin’ through so some shit, so I gotta stay busy
Bought a ‘Rari, I can’t let the shit I’m thinkin’ catch up with me (Yeah, catch up with me)
If they say the see me outside of a bookie, then that was kizzy (Ah)
Barely be at home, but I still put on for my city

Damn, where the real bitches at?
I’m finna bring real bitches back (Ayy, ayy)
Where’s all the real niggas at?
Free the guys, bring the real niggas back (Ayy, ayy)
Damn, where the real bitches at?
I’m finna bring real bitches back
Where’s all the real niggas at?
Free the guys, bring the real niggas back (Ah)

How many more ways can I say that I’m the baddest bitch?
I walk in and bitches grab they nigga, that’s a compliment
‘Cause you know in his head he wanna spread me like a condiment (Ah)
He want me to make that glizzy disappear and swallow it
You know I keep it realer than real, ain’t shit ’bout me fraudulent
They take all the hate that they got for me and they market it
When they shit ain’t poppin’, they usin’ Megan for marketing (Yeah)
And they ain’t got enough in they budget for me to talk to them (No)
I know you hoes wish that I would get down and stay down (I won’t)
Bitch, make a move or keep that shit up on the playground
‘Cause I ain’t finna stop until I make it to the tin-nop
And I do everything that all my haters said I could not (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And it look like a sign just be slidin’ on my wrist watch (Ah)
I hope that you ain’t shoppin’ when I’m shoppin’, you get kicked out
I gotta watch my back, ’cause I forget that I’m the shit now
I walk up in the studio pissed off and lay that shit down
Matter fact, wait, stop, bitch, I really rap
I be quick to check you pussy bitches like a pap
Kill a bitch, all I need is a pistol and a pad
Let me get the beat, so they remember who I am

Damn, where the real bitches at?
I’m finna bring real bitches back (Ayy, ayy)
Where’s all the real niggas at?
Free the guys, bring the real niggas back (Ayy, ayy)
Nigga, damn, where the real bitches at?
I’m finna bring real bitches back (Ayy, real bitches back)
Where’s all the real niggas at? (Ayy, ayy)
Free the guys, bring the real niggas back (Ah)

Megan Thee Stallion — Anxiety

Megan Thee Stallion — Anxiety — lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
I’m just thinkin’ ’bout some things (Go Grizz)
Just got a lot to get off my chest (Haha)

[Chorus]
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Bad bitches have bad days too
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, bounce back
How a bad bitch always do
All I really wanna hear is «it’ll be okay»
Bounce back ’cause a bad bitch can have bad days
All I really wanna hear is «it’ll be okay»
Bounce back ’cause a bad bitch can have bad days

[Verse 2]
If I could write a letter to Heaven
I would tell my mama that I shoulda been listenin’
And I would tell her sorry that I really been wildin’
And ask her to forgive me, ’cause I really been tryin’
And I would ask please, show me who been real
And get ’em from around me if they all been fake
It’s crazy how I say the same prayers to the Lord
And always get surprised about who he take, man
I’m really thinkin’ ’bout dialin’ 9-1-1 ’til I freak
‘Cause they probably won’t think it’s that deep
And I don’t do drugs, so I never get a time when I’m at ease
I can’t even handle smokin’ weed
Marilyn Monroe, my favorite ho
My favorite bad bitch, I think she the GOAT
Jammin’ to Britney, singin’ to Whitney
I just wan’ talk to somebody that get me, yeah

[Chorus]
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Bad bitches have bad days too
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, bounce back
How a bad bitch always do
All I really wanna hear is «it’ll be okay»
Bounce back ’cause a bad bitch can have bad days
All I really wanna hear is «it’ll be okay»
Bounce back ’cause a bad bitch can have bad days
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Bad bitches have bad days too
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, bounce back
How a bad bitch always do
All I really wanna hear is «it’ll be okay»
Bounce back ’cause a bad bitch can have bad days
All I really wanna hear is «it’ll be okay»
Bounce back ’cause a bad bitch can have bad days