(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
Ayy
I ain't perfect, but anything I did to any of you niggas, y'all deserved it (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 (star up in this bitch)
You know I brought a hunnid black cars in this bitch (hunnid cars in this bitch)
Knees freak, I don't like nobody touchin' on my shit (yeah, touchin' on my shit)
So you know I had to bring my own bottles in this bitch, ayy (ayy, ayy, ah)
Ridin' by myself, shoppin' bag in the backseat (in the backseat)
Niggas with the money to they ear don't attract me (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 (but it's cool, niggas love me)
Body bangin', I ain't had to let the doctor cut me (I ain't let the doctor cut me)
Sick of bein' humble, 'cause you bitches don't respect that (yeah)
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, 'cause 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 (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? (Where the real bitches at?)
I'm finna bring real bitches back (ayy, ayy)
Where's all the real niggas at? (Where the real niggas at?)
Free the guys, bring the real niggas back (ayy, ayy)
Damn, where the real bitches at? (Where the real bitches at?)
I'm finna bring real bitches back (ayy, 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? (Yeah)
I walk in and bitches grab they nigga, that's a compliment (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 (ain't shit about me fradualent)
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 (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 (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 (bitch, I really rap)
I be quick to check you pussy bitches like a pap
Kill a bitch, all I need is a pencil and a pad
Let me get the beat, so they remember who I am
Damn, where the real bitches at? (Where the real bitches at?)
I'm finna bring real bitches back (ayy, ayy)
Where's all the real niggas at? (Where the real niggas at?)
Free the guys, bring the real niggas back (ayy, ayy)
Nigga, damn, where the real bitches at? (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 - Traumazine Album Lyrics
Megan Thee Stallion - Traumazine Lyrics
Writer: Anthony Lorenzo Holmes Jr., Megan J. Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Ungrateful
(Let the BandPlay)
Ayy
Whichever bitch wanna come get it, I got it (got it)
I'm givin' out work, come apply (yeah)
These bitches talkin' that shit and they sayin' my name
And I can't keep just lettin' it fly (nope)
They gotta sub, they gotta tweet
They gotta go get they homegirl for me (hmm)
If I was still doin' broke shit with your broke ass
Then your broke ass wouldn't want beef, hey
When I started gettin' money, I'ma tell you the truth (yeah)
All the hoes that was hatin' got they ass cut loose (got they ass cut loose)
Bitch knew a lil' business, wanna put it in the news (hmm)
They'll take it to the 'net (hey), but I'ma take it to the booth (yeah, yeah)
Give a bitch an inch, she'll take it to the moon
Hoes love to stir the pot and I'ma get a bitch a spoon (yeah)
Bitch, I'm the one, you ain't even the two (hey, hey)
You would never be you if I wasn't your muse
Whole lot of fake-ass, snake-ass, backstabbin', hatin'-ass
No money gettin'-ass bitches (no money-ass bitches)
Y'all actin' really ungrateful, I'm sparin' you hoes (hey)
I been could've f*cked y'all niggas (hey, been could've f*cked y'all niggas)
Whole lot of fake-ass, snake-ass, cake-ass, hatin'-ass (yeah)
No money gettin'-ass niggas (yeah, ayy)
I really been sparin' you niggas (yeah)
Your girl hate me 'cause I been shittin' on y'all bitches (hey)
I'm the motherf*ckin' pimp that will a pay a bitch rent
To put trick daddies only, I don't care about no nigga
Perkies these bitches is poppin' is potent
The shit they be tweetin', they gotta be smokin'
I'm every nigga favorite, pussy get played with
I'm the type of bitch jealous hoes can't hang with
Next to the head of the bed 'cause I'm flexible (ah)
He tryna come fit that dick in my schedule (ah)
Ayy, big rocks all on my neck like I'm Betty Rubble
Boy, stop likin' all my pics 'fore you get in trouble
I don't need a team or a bitch speakin' for me
When y'all hoes step, gotta call y'all sorority (call y'all sorority)
Hollywood shit 'cause I'm with all the action (yeah)
Ain't your boyfriend, you can stop all the actin' (stop all the actin')
If you comin' for me, then you need to come hard (yeah)
If a bitch ain't shakin', I ain't doin' my job
Whole lot of fake-ass, snake-ass, backstabbin', hatin'-ass
No money gettin'-ass bitches (no money-ass bitches)
Y'all actin' really ungrateful, I'm sparin' you hoes (hey)
I been could've f*cked y'all niggas (hey, been could've f*cked y'all niggas)
Whole lot of fake-ass, snake-ass, cake-ass, hatin'-ass (yeah)
No money gettin'-ass niggas (no money ain't spent)
I really been sparin' you niggas (yeah)
Your girl hate me 'cause I been shittin' on y'all bitches (ah)
Whole lot of lame-ass, fake-ass, hatin'-ass
Green-ass, pillow-talkin'-ass niggas (yeah, yeah)
I ain't tryna spare none of these lil' rap niggas (yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna f*ck on all they bitches (yeah, yeah)
I take that back, I f*ck all they bitches
Uh, Maybach Benz sound like it came with switches (yup)
One thing for sure, hell nah, I ain't switching
Uh, two thing for sure, I'ma always go, go get it (skrrt)
Yeah, ran a bag up, up just like Emmitt (Smith)
Ridin' in a yellow thing, you know who in it (skrrt)
Acrobatic trap nigga, yeah, I flip it
I save my money, don't save these bitches
I know I'm the shit, yeah, bitch, I admit it (bitch)
Uh, got a GPS on my road to riches (yeah)
They like, "Where you goin'?" I'm goin' to get it
My bitch just hit me sayin' she tired of these
Fake-ass, snake-ass, backstabbin', hatin'-ass
No money gettin'-ass bitches (no money-ass bitches)
Y'all actin' really ungrateful, I'm sparin' you hoes (hey)
I been could've f*cked y'all niggas (hey, been could've f*cked y'all niggas)
Whole lot of fake-ass, snake-ass, cake-ass, hatin'-ass (yeah)
No money gettin'-ass niggas (yeah, ayy)
I really been sparin' you niggas (yeah)
Your girl hate me 'cause I been shittin' on y'all bitches (been shittin' on y'all bitches)
Ayy
Whichever bitch wanna come get it, I got it (got it)
I'm givin' out work, come apply (yeah)
These bitches talkin' that shit and they sayin' my name
And I can't keep just lettin' it fly (nope)
They gotta sub, they gotta tweet
They gotta go get they homegirl for me (hmm)
If I was still doin' broke shit with your broke ass
Then your broke ass wouldn't want beef, hey
When I started gettin' money, I'ma tell you the truth (yeah)
All the hoes that was hatin' got they ass cut loose (got they ass cut loose)
Bitch knew a lil' business, wanna put it in the news (hmm)
They'll take it to the 'net (hey), but I'ma take it to the booth (yeah, yeah)
Give a bitch an inch, she'll take it to the moon
Hoes love to stir the pot and I'ma get a bitch a spoon (yeah)
Bitch, I'm the one, you ain't even the two (hey, hey)
You would never be you if I wasn't your muse
Whole lot of fake-ass, snake-ass, backstabbin', hatin'-ass
No money gettin'-ass bitches (no money-ass bitches)
Y'all actin' really ungrateful, I'm sparin' you hoes (hey)
I been could've f*cked y'all niggas (hey, been could've f*cked y'all niggas)
Whole lot of fake-ass, snake-ass, cake-ass, hatin'-ass (yeah)
No money gettin'-ass niggas (yeah, ayy)
I really been sparin' you niggas (yeah)
Your girl hate me 'cause I been shittin' on y'all bitches (hey)
I'm the motherf*ckin' pimp that will a pay a bitch rent
To put trick daddies only, I don't care about no nigga
Perkies these bitches is poppin' is potent
The shit they be tweetin', they gotta be smokin'
I'm every nigga favorite, pussy get played with
I'm the type of bitch jealous hoes can't hang with
Next to the head of the bed 'cause I'm flexible (ah)
He tryna come fit that dick in my schedule (ah)
Ayy, big rocks all on my neck like I'm Betty Rubble
Boy, stop likin' all my pics 'fore you get in trouble
I don't need a team or a bitch speakin' for me
When y'all hoes step, gotta call y'all sorority (call y'all sorority)
Hollywood shit 'cause I'm with all the action (yeah)
Ain't your boyfriend, you can stop all the actin' (stop all the actin')
If you comin' for me, then you need to come hard (yeah)
If a bitch ain't shakin', I ain't doin' my job
Whole lot of fake-ass, snake-ass, backstabbin', hatin'-ass
No money gettin'-ass bitches (no money-ass bitches)
Y'all actin' really ungrateful, I'm sparin' you hoes (hey)
I been could've f*cked y'all niggas (hey, been could've f*cked y'all niggas)
Whole lot of fake-ass, snake-ass, cake-ass, hatin'-ass (yeah)
No money gettin'-ass niggas (no money ain't spent)
I really been sparin' you niggas (yeah)
Your girl hate me 'cause I been shittin' on y'all bitches (ah)
Whole lot of lame-ass, fake-ass, hatin'-ass
Green-ass, pillow-talkin'-ass niggas (yeah, yeah)
I ain't tryna spare none of these lil' rap niggas (yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna f*ck on all they bitches (yeah, yeah)
I take that back, I f*ck all they bitches
Uh, Maybach Benz sound like it came with switches (yup)
One thing for sure, hell nah, I ain't switching
Uh, two thing for sure, I'ma always go, go get it (skrrt)
Yeah, ran a bag up, up just like Emmitt (Smith)
Ridin' in a yellow thing, you know who in it (skrrt)
Acrobatic trap nigga, yeah, I flip it
I save my money, don't save these bitches
I know I'm the shit, yeah, bitch, I admit it (bitch)
Uh, got a GPS on my road to riches (yeah)
They like, "Where you goin'?" I'm goin' to get it
My bitch just hit me sayin' she tired of these
Fake-ass, snake-ass, backstabbin', hatin'-ass
No money gettin'-ass bitches (no money-ass bitches)
Y'all actin' really ungrateful, I'm sparin' you hoes (hey)
I been could've f*cked y'all niggas (hey, been could've f*cked y'all niggas)
Whole lot of fake-ass, snake-ass, cake-ass, hatin'-ass (yeah)
No money gettin'-ass niggas (yeah, ayy)
I really been sparin' you niggas (yeah)
Your girl hate me 'cause I been shittin' on y'all bitches (been shittin' on y'all bitches)
Writer: Krishon Obrien Gaines, Markeyvius Cathey, Megan J. Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Not Nice
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice
Ayy
I'm on my f*ck you shit, bitch, I'm done bein' nice (I'm done bein' nice)
And when it come to cuttin' people off, I don't think twice (yeah)
I kept it too real, shit, I kept it too G
And after all I did for bitches this is how they do me? (This is how they do me)
Bitch, I kept your bills paid, you were sick? I paid for surgery (hmm)
But I pray you boo-hoo, do me wrong, where they deserve to be
I guess my skin not light enough, my dialect not white enough (damn)
Or maybe I'm just not shaped the way to make these niggas give a f*ck
But f*ck it 'cause I'm black, biggie-biggie black, ass biggy fat
Not a nigga on this earth could take the credit for my stats (yeah)
I'm in Paris sittin' on the terrace sippin' tea with Ferris
And I know they talkin' down, we just too far gone to hear it (ayy, ayy, yeah)
I'm out here cuttin' up, at they neck like button-ups
Everything green like buttercup, my afro my Powerpuff (yeah)
Bitch, I'm out here celebratin', on the bro code, they're steady hatin'
And if a nigga ain't taller than me in my heels, then he could never play me (yeah)
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice (yeah, yeah)
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice, I'm the shit
I'm done with bein' humble 'cause I know that I'm that bitch
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice (yeah)
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice, I'm the shit
I'm done with bein' humble 'cause I know that I'm that bitch
Ayy, y'all some dick-ridin' ass bitches, lil' bro-ass niggas
Y'all the same age, callin' niggas big brothers just so y'all could take pictures (lame)
These hoes can't shake me (yeah), these niggas can't break me
Like a nigga with a big dick, a lotta these hoes can't take me (ah, ah)
You a broke bitch, your pockets been a joke, bitch
And you ain't worth the crack your mama used to smoke, bitch
You got the roaches in your crib sharin' snacks with your kids
Delinquent on your payments, ho, go and post this
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice, I'm mean
I'm sick of bitches actin' player when they really green
I'm sick of niggas comin' to me, actin' like they player
The whole time they wanna cuddle with a bitch and lay up
I'm sick of niggas actin' like they hard when they not (when they not)
They so intimidated 'cause I'm comin' for they spot
Y'all could really miss me with "Congratulations" texts
A lot of rappers mad 'cause I never gave 'em sex
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice (f*ck y'all niggas, and you bitches, yeah)
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice, I'm the shit (I'm the shit)
I'm done with bein' humble 'cause I know that I'm that bitch
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice (yeah)
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice, I'm the shit
I'm done with bein' humble 'cause I know that I'm that bitch
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice
Ayy
I'm on my f*ck you shit, bitch, I'm done bein' nice (I'm done bein' nice)
And when it come to cuttin' people off, I don't think twice (yeah)
I kept it too real, shit, I kept it too G
And after all I did for bitches this is how they do me? (This is how they do me)
Bitch, I kept your bills paid, you were sick? I paid for surgery (hmm)
But I pray you boo-hoo, do me wrong, where they deserve to be
I guess my skin not light enough, my dialect not white enough (damn)
Or maybe I'm just not shaped the way to make these niggas give a f*ck
But f*ck it 'cause I'm black, biggie-biggie black, ass biggy fat
Not a nigga on this earth could take the credit for my stats (yeah)
I'm in Paris sittin' on the terrace sippin' tea with Ferris
And I know they talkin' down, we just too far gone to hear it (ayy, ayy, yeah)
I'm out here cuttin' up, at they neck like button-ups
Everything green like buttercup, my afro my Powerpuff (yeah)
Bitch, I'm out here celebratin', on the bro code, they're steady hatin'
And if a nigga ain't taller than me in my heels, then he could never play me (yeah)
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice (yeah, yeah)
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice, I'm the shit
I'm done with bein' humble 'cause I know that I'm that bitch
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice (yeah)
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice, I'm the shit
I'm done with bein' humble 'cause I know that I'm that bitch
Ayy, y'all some dick-ridin' ass bitches, lil' bro-ass niggas
Y'all the same age, callin' niggas big brothers just so y'all could take pictures (lame)
These hoes can't shake me (yeah), these niggas can't break me
Like a nigga with a big dick, a lotta these hoes can't take me (ah, ah)
You a broke bitch, your pockets been a joke, bitch
And you ain't worth the crack your mama used to smoke, bitch
You got the roaches in your crib sharin' snacks with your kids
Delinquent on your payments, ho, go and post this
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice, I'm mean
I'm sick of bitches actin' player when they really green
I'm sick of niggas comin' to me, actin' like they player
The whole time they wanna cuddle with a bitch and lay up
I'm sick of niggas actin' like they hard when they not (when they not)
They so intimidated 'cause I'm comin' for they spot
Y'all could really miss me with "Congratulations" texts
A lot of rappers mad 'cause I never gave 'em sex
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice (f*ck y'all niggas, and you bitches, yeah)
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice, I'm the shit (I'm the shit)
I'm done with bein' humble 'cause I know that I'm that bitch
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice (yeah)
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice, I'm the shit
I'm done with bein' humble 'cause I know that I'm that bitch
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice
F*ck it, bitch, I'm not nice
Writer: Daniel Simmons, Duevon Desir, Megan J. Pete, Sean Porterfield
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Budget
Ayy (OG Parker)
Easy (easy), does it (does it)
These bitches ain't bussing shit, these bitches, busted (busted)
You know this box is like my watch, this shit, flooded (flooded)
What's the price these bitches wanted? Tell 'em, "Up it" (up it)
Without the money, I don't budge, what's the budget? (Budget) (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You niggas gotta be on something, what's the substance?
You hoes broke, get the cane, get the crutches
I give 'em face, give 'em body, give 'em luscious (ah)
What's the price? Up it (yeah, ah)
I don't even know how I'm getting through the airport
Packin' 'round all this heat (packin' around this heat)
I like my hair down to my ass and I like my niggas down on they knees (ayy)
Y'all hoes getting rolled like a chauffeur
F*cking for cool points, nothing to show for it (yeah, yeah)
He want to ride it but ain't bought a car
How you expect me to show up?
Only man I chase been there for a long time, face on the front of this paper, ayy
This pussy bougie, this pussy choosie, pussy don't do no favors
Every time I peep hoes moving like me, I gotta switch it up
For the shit don't never hit quite like this, 'cause your budget ain't big enough
Ayy (ah)
Easy (easy) does it (does it, yeah)
These bitches ain't bussing shit, these bitches, busted (busted)
You know this box is like my watch, this shit, flooded (flooded)
What's the price these bitches wanted? Tell 'em, "Up it" (up it)
Without the money, I don't budge, what's the budget? (Budget) (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You niggas gotta be on something, what's the substance?
You hoes broke, get the cane, get the crutches
I give 'em face, give 'em body, give 'em luscious (ah)
What's the price? Up it (yeah, ah) (Latto)
Latto don't do budgets (budgets)
Talk shit like Joe Budden
Trips y'all can't pronounce
Big jets to Phuket, I'm like, "F*ck it"
Been that bitch, ain't no discussion (yeah)
Bitch, I'm no percussion (brrah)
Back up bitch, you bugging
Beat a ho face, don't need no pressure
Double D's in my brassiere (yeah)
Face is top tier
First to watch my story but don't like me, bitches weird
Known to stand on all my business
I don't walk around with tension (yeah)
If you gotta make fake pages to say it, that's mental illness
Ayy
Easy (easy) does it (does it)
These bitches ain't bussing shit, these bitches, busted (busted)
You know this box is like my watch, this shit, flooded (flooded)
What's the price these bitches wanted? Tell 'em, "Up it" (up it)
Without the money, I don't budge, what's the budget? (Budget) (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You niggas gotta be on something, what's the substance?
You hoes broke, get the cane, get the crutches
I give 'em face, give 'em body, give 'em luscious (ah)
What's the price? Up it (yeah, ah)
Ayy, bitch, I'm up and my bag right (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pussy and my abs tight
Always going up on my fee like a gas price (yeah, yeah, yeah)
On these bitches throats 'til they get red-eye like the last flight
Way I dog these niggas, had to be one in my past life
Ayy, baby, without my name these niggas nothin', they should thank me
I'm a gangster but I'm such a f*cking lady (lady)
In the mirror and it's clear why they hate me (hate me)
Up the price, pay me
Ayy
Easy (easy) does it (does it)
These bitches ain't bussing shit, these bitches, busted (busted)
You know this box is like my watch, this shit, flooded (flooded)
What's the price these bitches wanted? Tell 'em, "Up it" (up it)
Without the money, I don't budge, what's the budget? (Budget) (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You niggas gotta be on something, what's the substance?
You hoes broke, get the cane, get the crutches
I give 'em face, give 'em body, give 'em luscious (ah)
What's the price? Up it (ah)
Easy (easy), does it (does it)
These bitches ain't bussing shit, these bitches, busted (busted)
You know this box is like my watch, this shit, flooded (flooded)
What's the price these bitches wanted? Tell 'em, "Up it" (up it)
Without the money, I don't budge, what's the budget? (Budget) (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You niggas gotta be on something, what's the substance?
You hoes broke, get the cane, get the crutches
I give 'em face, give 'em body, give 'em luscious (ah)
What's the price? Up it (yeah, ah)
I don't even know how I'm getting through the airport
Packin' 'round all this heat (packin' around this heat)
I like my hair down to my ass and I like my niggas down on they knees (ayy)
Y'all hoes getting rolled like a chauffeur
F*cking for cool points, nothing to show for it (yeah, yeah)
He want to ride it but ain't bought a car
How you expect me to show up?
Only man I chase been there for a long time, face on the front of this paper, ayy
This pussy bougie, this pussy choosie, pussy don't do no favors
Every time I peep hoes moving like me, I gotta switch it up
For the shit don't never hit quite like this, 'cause your budget ain't big enough
Ayy (ah)
Easy (easy) does it (does it, yeah)
These bitches ain't bussing shit, these bitches, busted (busted)
You know this box is like my watch, this shit, flooded (flooded)
What's the price these bitches wanted? Tell 'em, "Up it" (up it)
Without the money, I don't budge, what's the budget? (Budget) (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You niggas gotta be on something, what's the substance?
You hoes broke, get the cane, get the crutches
I give 'em face, give 'em body, give 'em luscious (ah)
What's the price? Up it (yeah, ah) (Latto)
Latto don't do budgets (budgets)
Talk shit like Joe Budden
Trips y'all can't pronounce
Big jets to Phuket, I'm like, "F*ck it"
Been that bitch, ain't no discussion (yeah)
Bitch, I'm no percussion (brrah)
Back up bitch, you bugging
Beat a ho face, don't need no pressure
Double D's in my brassiere (yeah)
Face is top tier
First to watch my story but don't like me, bitches weird
Known to stand on all my business
I don't walk around with tension (yeah)
If you gotta make fake pages to say it, that's mental illness
Ayy
Easy (easy) does it (does it)
These bitches ain't bussing shit, these bitches, busted (busted)
You know this box is like my watch, this shit, flooded (flooded)
What's the price these bitches wanted? Tell 'em, "Up it" (up it)
Without the money, I don't budge, what's the budget? (Budget) (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You niggas gotta be on something, what's the substance?
You hoes broke, get the cane, get the crutches
I give 'em face, give 'em body, give 'em luscious (ah)
What's the price? Up it (yeah, ah)
Ayy, bitch, I'm up and my bag right (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pussy and my abs tight
Always going up on my fee like a gas price (yeah, yeah, yeah)
On these bitches throats 'til they get red-eye like the last flight
Way I dog these niggas, had to be one in my past life
Ayy, baby, without my name these niggas nothin', they should thank me
I'm a gangster but I'm such a f*cking lady (lady)
In the mirror and it's clear why they hate me (hate me)
Up the price, pay me
Ayy
Easy (easy) does it (does it)
These bitches ain't bussing shit, these bitches, busted (busted)
You know this box is like my watch, this shit, flooded (flooded)
What's the price these bitches wanted? Tell 'em, "Up it" (up it)
Without the money, I don't budge, what's the budget? (Budget) (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You niggas gotta be on something, what's the substance?
You hoes broke, get the cane, get the crutches
I give 'em face, give 'em body, give 'em luscious (ah)
What's the price? Up it (ah)
Writer: Abdullah Bin Ahmad, Alyssa Michelle Stephens, Joshua Parker, Megan J. Pete, Terence Jamiel Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Her
I don't care if these bitches don't like me
'Cause, like, I'm pretty as f*ck
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 f*ck like an animal
All you hoes know who the f*ck I am
From your boyfriend down to my Instagram
To all them busted-ass hoes that you ki-ki with
I bet your jaw drop if you ever see me, bitch
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)
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
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)
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 f*ckin' 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 could suck this clit
'Cause the hate campaign ain't workin' at all
I ain't Jack or Jill, bitch, I ain't gon' fall
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)
'Cause, like, I'm pretty as f*ck
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 f*ck like an animal
All you hoes know who the f*ck I am
From your boyfriend down to my Instagram
To all them busted-ass hoes that you ki-ki with
I bet your jaw drop if you ever see me, bitch
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)
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
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)
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 f*ckin' 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 could suck this clit
'Cause the hate campaign ain't workin' at all
I ain't Jack or Jill, bitch, I ain't gon' fall
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)
Writer: Alex Christian Jean Petit, Kiowa Roukema, Lauren M. Miller, Megan J. Pete, Vaughn Richard Oliver
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Gift & A Curse
Ah
Yeah
I wanna see you work, work, work, and work
I wanna see you work
All the bad bitches work, ayy (Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
He like when I ride that, ride that, ride that, uh
Pick it up, throw it back, drop that shit (drop that shit)
Never go back and forth with a nigga (nope)
I'm too pretty, gotta stop that shit, I'm lit
Off Casamigos
My pretty white toes (ah)
My natural afro
My neck and wrist froze, yeah
Work, work, work
Just look at my ass when I twerk, twerk, twerk
That nigga mad, that's that hurt, hurt, hurt
A bitch like me, yeah, I know my worth
F*ckin' with me is a gift and a curse (ah)
Ayy, I paid my own rent
Ain't no nigga sleepin' over puttin' me in my place (in my place)
Nigga, be grateful, you should be thankful
You even get to breathe in a real bitch space
I got that Hellcat, skrrt off on a nigga
Soon as I get off of his face (skrrt-skrrt)
Nigga, don't put one hand on this frontal
'Less you can afford to replace this lace
Dropped a bag on my purse, purse, purse
That El Chapo, this that work, work, work
Fix your face, bitch, you hurt, hurt, hurt
All that talkin' ain't makin' me nervous
Feelin' yourself, put down them Percies, ah
Yeah (real motherf*ckin' hot girl shit)
Ayy (yeah)
I wanna see you work, work, work, and work
I wanna see you work, all the bad bitches work, ah
He like when I ride that, ride that, ride that, uh (ride that, uh)
Pick it up, throw it back, drop that shit (drop that shit)
Never go back and forth with a nigga (nope)
I'm too pretty, gotta stop that shit, I'm lit
Off Casamigos
My pretty white toes (toes)
My natural afro (yeah)
My neck and wrist froze, yeah
Work, work, work
Just look at my ass when I twerk, twerk, twerk
That nigga mad, that's that hurt, hurt, hurt
A bitch like me, yeah, I know my worth
F*ckin' with me is a gift and a curse
Ayy, shout out to my pussy, this lil' bitch the G.O.A.T.
And a honorable mention to my throat (to my throat)
All dicks, please rise, let's praise the ass
And all my real freak hoes, let's f*ck some more (ah)
My motherf*ckin' body, my choice (my choice)
Ain't no lil' dick takin' my voice
Crazy how y'all be the first ones tuned in listenin'
But claim I ain't makin' no noise
I was goin' through the knife, still ain't cut like me
Cowgirl hat, still can't buck like me
I done switched my shit, like, four, five times (four, five times)
None of these hoes get nails done like me
Call him when it's something I don't wanna pay for (pay for)
He gets to spendin' on me 'cause he know I'm player
But I'ma ride that dick so motherf*ckin' good
Have him come to the spirits like a seance
He like when I ride that, ride that, ride that, uh (ride that, uh)
Pick it up, throw it back, drop that shit (drop that shit)
Never go back and forth with a nigga (nope)
Way too pretty, gotta stop that shit, I'm lit
Off Casamigos
My pretty white toes (toes)
My natural afro (yeah)
My neck and wrist froze, yeah
Work (yeah) , work, work
Just look at my ass when I twerk, twerk, twerk
That nigga mad, that's that hurt, hurt, hurt
A bitch like me, yeah, I know my worth
F*ckin' with me is a gift and a curse, ah
Yeah
I wanna see you work, work, work, and work
I wanna see you work
All the bad bitches work, ayy (Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
He like when I ride that, ride that, ride that, uh
Pick it up, throw it back, drop that shit (drop that shit)
Never go back and forth with a nigga (nope)
I'm too pretty, gotta stop that shit, I'm lit
Off Casamigos
My pretty white toes (ah)
My natural afro
My neck and wrist froze, yeah
Work, work, work
Just look at my ass when I twerk, twerk, twerk
That nigga mad, that's that hurt, hurt, hurt
A bitch like me, yeah, I know my worth
F*ckin' with me is a gift and a curse (ah)
Ayy, I paid my own rent
Ain't no nigga sleepin' over puttin' me in my place (in my place)
Nigga, be grateful, you should be thankful
You even get to breathe in a real bitch space
I got that Hellcat, skrrt off on a nigga
Soon as I get off of his face (skrrt-skrrt)
Nigga, don't put one hand on this frontal
'Less you can afford to replace this lace
Dropped a bag on my purse, purse, purse
That El Chapo, this that work, work, work
Fix your face, bitch, you hurt, hurt, hurt
All that talkin' ain't makin' me nervous
Feelin' yourself, put down them Percies, ah
Yeah (real motherf*ckin' hot girl shit)
Ayy (yeah)
I wanna see you work, work, work, and work
I wanna see you work, all the bad bitches work, ah
He like when I ride that, ride that, ride that, uh (ride that, uh)
Pick it up, throw it back, drop that shit (drop that shit)
Never go back and forth with a nigga (nope)
I'm too pretty, gotta stop that shit, I'm lit
Off Casamigos
My pretty white toes (toes)
My natural afro (yeah)
My neck and wrist froze, yeah
Work, work, work
Just look at my ass when I twerk, twerk, twerk
That nigga mad, that's that hurt, hurt, hurt
A bitch like me, yeah, I know my worth
F*ckin' with me is a gift and a curse
Ayy, shout out to my pussy, this lil' bitch the G.O.A.T.
And a honorable mention to my throat (to my throat)
All dicks, please rise, let's praise the ass
And all my real freak hoes, let's f*ck some more (ah)
My motherf*ckin' body, my choice (my choice)
Ain't no lil' dick takin' my voice
Crazy how y'all be the first ones tuned in listenin'
But claim I ain't makin' no noise
I was goin' through the knife, still ain't cut like me
Cowgirl hat, still can't buck like me
I done switched my shit, like, four, five times (four, five times)
None of these hoes get nails done like me
Call him when it's something I don't wanna pay for (pay for)
He gets to spendin' on me 'cause he know I'm player
But I'ma ride that dick so motherf*ckin' good
Have him come to the spirits like a seance
He like when I ride that, ride that, ride that, uh (ride that, uh)
Pick it up, throw it back, drop that shit (drop that shit)
Never go back and forth with a nigga (nope)
Way too pretty, gotta stop that shit, I'm lit
Off Casamigos
My pretty white toes (toes)
My natural afro (yeah)
My neck and wrist froze, yeah
Work (yeah) , work, work
Just look at my ass when I twerk, twerk, twerk
That nigga mad, that's that hurt, hurt, hurt
A bitch like me, yeah, I know my worth
F*ckin' with me is a gift and a curse, ah
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Ms. Nasty
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Real motherf*ckin' pimp-bitch shit (Diego)
Young Tina Snow goin' hot on the album (B-B-Bankroll got it)
I want you to dog this cat out, whip it like a trap house
Stand up in that pussy, stomp the yard like a frat house
Put me on the wall, spread it open, do a pat down (pat down)
Panties to the side, don't be shy, open wide, 'cause I'm
Ms. Nasty, tatted on my ass cheek (tatted on my ass cheeks)
Scared to put that pussy on him 'cause he might harass me (might harass me, ah)
Ms. Nasty, everywhere they catch me
Crop me out that picture 'cause my nigga gon' be spazzin' (ayy)
Leave that sexy shit to me, y'all can ride 'round with them Glocks
You ain't comin' 'cause she hold the dick the way she hold a Glock (baow-baow-baow)
Bitch, this ain't musical chairs, I ain't fightin' for no spot (for no spot)
I'm a bitch your nigga want, ho, stop callin' me your opp (ah)
P-I-M-P, put it in my pocket (put it in my pocket)
If it ain't 'bout my money or me nuttin', we ain't talkin' (nope)
Put me in a bet if you tryna get it wet, ayy (ah)
New Maybach if you wanna see it clap (ayy, ah)
I want you to dog this cat out, whip it like a trap house (trap house)
Stand up in that pussy, stomp the yard like a frat house
Put me on the wall, spread it open, do a pat down (pat down)
Panties to the side, don't be shy, open wide, 'cause I'm
Ms. Nasty, tatted on my ass cheek (tatted on my ass cheeks)
Scared to put that pussy on him 'cause he might harass me (baow-baow-baow, ah)
Ms. Nasty, everywhere they catch me (hey)
Crop me out that picture 'cause my nigga gon' be spazzin' (ayy)
Suckin' on that pussy from the back, yeah
Only gangster niggas get it wet, splat
Talkin' all that shit in my ear, ayy
You want me to act right? Nigga, make it clear, uh
I'm from the South, it's only right I keep it pimpin' (I keep it pimpin')
It really ain't my business what you do with other women
As long as I'm fed and my pockets stay full
I ain't f*ckin' up the bag tryna act a damn fool
'Cause I want you to dog this cat out, whip it like a trap house (trap house)
Stand up in that pussy, stomp the yard like a frat house (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Put me on the wall, spread it open, do a pat down (pat down)
Panties to the side, don't be shy, open wide, 'cause I'm
Ms. Nasty, tatted on my ass cheek (tatted on my ass cheeks)
Scared to put that pussy on him 'cause he might harass me (ah)
Ms. Nasty, everywhere they catch me (baow-baow-baow)
Crop me out that picture 'cause my nigga gon' be spazzin' (ah)
Real motherf*ckin' pimp-bitch shit (Diego)
Young Tina Snow goin' hot on the album (B-B-Bankroll got it)
I want you to dog this cat out, whip it like a trap house
Stand up in that pussy, stomp the yard like a frat house
Put me on the wall, spread it open, do a pat down (pat down)
Panties to the side, don't be shy, open wide, 'cause I'm
Ms. Nasty, tatted on my ass cheek (tatted on my ass cheeks)
Scared to put that pussy on him 'cause he might harass me (might harass me, ah)
Ms. Nasty, everywhere they catch me
Crop me out that picture 'cause my nigga gon' be spazzin' (ayy)
Leave that sexy shit to me, y'all can ride 'round with them Glocks
You ain't comin' 'cause she hold the dick the way she hold a Glock (baow-baow-baow)
Bitch, this ain't musical chairs, I ain't fightin' for no spot (for no spot)
I'm a bitch your nigga want, ho, stop callin' me your opp (ah)
P-I-M-P, put it in my pocket (put it in my pocket)
If it ain't 'bout my money or me nuttin', we ain't talkin' (nope)
Put me in a bet if you tryna get it wet, ayy (ah)
New Maybach if you wanna see it clap (ayy, ah)
I want you to dog this cat out, whip it like a trap house (trap house)
Stand up in that pussy, stomp the yard like a frat house
Put me on the wall, spread it open, do a pat down (pat down)
Panties to the side, don't be shy, open wide, 'cause I'm
Ms. Nasty, tatted on my ass cheek (tatted on my ass cheeks)
Scared to put that pussy on him 'cause he might harass me (baow-baow-baow, ah)
Ms. Nasty, everywhere they catch me (hey)
Crop me out that picture 'cause my nigga gon' be spazzin' (ayy)
Suckin' on that pussy from the back, yeah
Only gangster niggas get it wet, splat
Talkin' all that shit in my ear, ayy
You want me to act right? Nigga, make it clear, uh
I'm from the South, it's only right I keep it pimpin' (I keep it pimpin')
It really ain't my business what you do with other women
As long as I'm fed and my pockets stay full
I ain't f*ckin' up the bag tryna act a damn fool
'Cause I want you to dog this cat out, whip it like a trap house (trap house)
Stand up in that pussy, stomp the yard like a frat house (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Put me on the wall, spread it open, do a pat down (pat down)
Panties to the side, don't be shy, open wide, 'cause I'm
Ms. Nasty, tatted on my ass cheek (tatted on my ass cheeks)
Scared to put that pussy on him 'cause he might harass me (ah)
Ms. Nasty, everywhere they catch me (baow-baow-baow)
Crop me out that picture 'cause my nigga gon' be spazzin' (ah)
Writer: Diego Javier Avendano, Joel Banks, Megan J. Pete, Shawn Jermaine Jarrett, Taylor Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Who Me
(This is a KTOE beat)
Real hot girl shit
Hmm, yeah, yeah
Meg who?
Bitch, I got my own money, beg who?
Beg for what?
I can't remember the last time a nigga really made me nut (ah)
He too weak
If I don't cum three times back to back, then I can't sleep (I can't sleep)
He too cheap
Can't blow a hundred K in one day, he ain't for me (ayy)
I feel like Biggie, who shot you?
But everybody know who shot me, bitch (baow, baow, baow)
Now let's stop speaking on that topic
Look at this new shit on my wrist (look at my wrist)
Look at this AP, look at this Rollie
Who's this bitch that's sayin' she know me? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
He heard about me, now he wanna f*ck
Mrs. quick to make him nut, ah
Swallow me, swallow me, swallow me, swallow me, eat it up, eat it up, freak, freak
Send a picture of this pussy, let him get a sneak peak
Oh, if you a freak, freak (yeah)
Put this shit on repeat (repeat)
He say he gon' pop a Perc' and f*ck me 'til my knees weak (blrrrd, ayy)
Know I pop mine, I'ma give you one too, show me you a real freak (I need a bitch)
Who gon' tote my AR, hide my guns, pills, and weed from me?
Backseat of that Jeep, you gotta ride, I hate some weak-ass knees
Thirty K on a vacation, need some head, it's time we hit the beach
She got French tips on her hand, but she keep pink polish up on her feet
Yeah, I knew she was locked in the day she poured a cup of Wock' with me
As soon as I get mad, I break choppers out, need a bitch that's gon' dump for me
Go turn some hoes from Georgia out, now they talkin' like they from Tennessee
But you know Shiesty one and only (blrrrd, blrrrd)
No junior, you cannot mimic him (blrrrd, blrrrd)
You see me, it's 'bout three hundred seventy-five shots, we can shoot a film
Yeah, all that shit that pussy said gon' catch up, I can't wait to see him
I sent a bitch out, bet I get him, he too open, you know how it is (how it is)
Big-ass Backwood' back to back, ain't kill him, we roll up his limb
Everybody I don't like gotta get shot, I'd really hate to be 'em
Oh, you must ain't heard 'bout Fox 13, they call police every time they see 'em
And f*ck all the officers and detectives
They know what it is, blrrrd (f*ck 'em, blrrrd)
Big Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Real hot girl shit
Hmm, yeah, yeah
Meg who?
Bitch, I got my own money, beg who?
Beg for what?
I can't remember the last time a nigga really made me nut (ah)
He too weak
If I don't cum three times back to back, then I can't sleep (I can't sleep)
He too cheap
Can't blow a hundred K in one day, he ain't for me (ayy)
I feel like Biggie, who shot you?
But everybody know who shot me, bitch (baow, baow, baow)
Now let's stop speaking on that topic
Look at this new shit on my wrist (look at my wrist)
Look at this AP, look at this Rollie
Who's this bitch that's sayin' she know me? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
He heard about me, now he wanna f*ck
Mrs. quick to make him nut, ah
Swallow me, swallow me, swallow me, swallow me, eat it up, eat it up, freak, freak
Send a picture of this pussy, let him get a sneak peak
Oh, if you a freak, freak (yeah)
Put this shit on repeat (repeat)
He say he gon' pop a Perc' and f*ck me 'til my knees weak (blrrrd, ayy)
Know I pop mine, I'ma give you one too, show me you a real freak (I need a bitch)
Who gon' tote my AR, hide my guns, pills, and weed from me?
Backseat of that Jeep, you gotta ride, I hate some weak-ass knees
Thirty K on a vacation, need some head, it's time we hit the beach
She got French tips on her hand, but she keep pink polish up on her feet
Yeah, I knew she was locked in the day she poured a cup of Wock' with me
As soon as I get mad, I break choppers out, need a bitch that's gon' dump for me
Go turn some hoes from Georgia out, now they talkin' like they from Tennessee
But you know Shiesty one and only (blrrrd, blrrrd)
No junior, you cannot mimic him (blrrrd, blrrrd)
You see me, it's 'bout three hundred seventy-five shots, we can shoot a film
Yeah, all that shit that pussy said gon' catch up, I can't wait to see him
I sent a bitch out, bet I get him, he too open, you know how it is (how it is)
Big-ass Backwood' back to back, ain't kill him, we roll up his limb
Everybody I don't like gotta get shot, I'd really hate to be 'em
Oh, you must ain't heard 'bout Fox 13, they call police every time they see 'em
And f*ck all the officers and detectives
They know what it is, blrrrd (f*ck 'em, blrrrd)
Big Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Writer: Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Joshua E. Baker, Khan Edwards, Lontrell Dennell Williams Jr., Megan J. Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Red Wine
Yeah (yeah-yeah)
Yeah (doo-doo-doo)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah)
Yeah (yeah-yeah)
Yeah (doo-doo-doo)
Ah (B-B-Bankroll got it)
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 f*ck and hope he bash in
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-leg (baow, yeah)
Freaky, slap the dick on my forehead (ah)
I wanna gag or get the f*ck out of here (out of here)
It ain't that big if I don't shed a tear
I wanna need Geico, hit that shit from the back (ah, ah)
Freaky, let him crack in my rear (ah)
This pussy gon' 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 f*ck me, let's get f*cked up on this red wine
This pussy gon' 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 f*ck me, let's get f*cked up on this red wine (ayy)
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)
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
This pussy gon' 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 f*ck me, let's get f*cked up on this red wine (ah)
This pussy gon' 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 f*ck me, let's get f*cked up on this red wine (yeah)
Yeah (doo-doo-doo)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah)
Yeah (yeah-yeah)
Yeah (doo-doo-doo)
Ah (B-B-Bankroll got it)
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 f*ck and hope he bash in
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-leg (baow, yeah)
Freaky, slap the dick on my forehead (ah)
I wanna gag or get the f*ck out of here (out of here)
It ain't that big if I don't shed a tear
I wanna need Geico, hit that shit from the back (ah, ah)
Freaky, let him crack in my rear (ah)
This pussy gon' 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 f*ck me, let's get f*cked up on this red wine
This pussy gon' 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 f*ck me, let's get f*cked up on this red wine (ayy)
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)
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
This pussy gon' 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 f*ck me, let's get f*cked up on this red wine (ah)
This pussy gon' 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 f*ck me, let's get f*cked up on this red wine (yeah)
Writer: David Bradley Wilson, Ethan Snoreck, Joel Banks, Megan J. Pete, Shawn Jermaine Jarrett, Taylor Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Scary
Ayy
I'm who every nigga wife fear, thick-thighed nightmare
I'm the boogie-bitch, ho, I'm every nigga type, yeah
Jewelry so cold, gave these broke bitches goosebumps
White Ghost rollin' through the hood, look like Klu Klux
Say my name like Candyman, and bitch, you know I'm there
These hoes wish they saw me when they lookin' in the mirror
Red bottoms on my feet, Bloody Mary on my toes
Every time I pop out, it get scary for you hoes
Yeah, it get scary for you hoes
Every time I pop out, it get scary for you hoes
Red bottom on my feet, Bloody Mary on my toes
Every time I pop out, it get scary for you hoes
I put niggas on they knees, I put bitches on they feet
Only time my buttons pushed is when I'm pressin' on my keys
Six-hundred on my chain, yes, 'kay, yes, Gs
Lookin' for a bitch to play with, then you better ask Jeeves
I know goons, I know goblins, shootin' and robbin'
Mask off, yeah, nigga, who want a problem?
I'm a dog-ass bitch, Ace of Spades when I piss
Green up just to f*ck, bottom line is I'm rich
And that ass like a pumpkin, welcome to the dungeon
Where the niggas at? Tryna turn this into somethin'
Know a bitch like me is a very rare sight
And throw that ass back, hear that thunder and lightenin', ah
Yeah, it get scary for you hoes
Every time I pop out, it get scary for you hoes
Red bottom on my feet, Bloody Mary on my toes
Every time I pop out, it get scary for you hoes (Rico)
In my Jeep, creepin' on a lame-ass nigga
On my Monster Jam shit (haha), ridin' in a Grave Digger (yeah, yeah)
He talkin' on my name and we gon' dig a grave with you
Zombie-ass bitch (yeah, yeah), nigga gave me brain for dinner (yummy)
I want it, then I got it (got it), my mansion lookin' haunted
Doc Marten, fishnet stockings, like, bitch, it's goons and goblins (goblins)
This ain't no trick or treat (uh-huh), but your nigga trick on me
If it ain't more than a thousand, I won't put it on my feet, bitch
Wh-When I pop out, it get scary like a cemetery (cemetery)
I'm fresh to death, I need a hearse when I go shoppin', baby (yeah)
He like me 'cause I'm godly (yeah), Texas chainsaw in the whip
Shout out Megan, a hottie (let's go), yeah, I be the hottest topic (Rico)
Yeah, it get scary for you hoes
Every time I pop out, it get scary for you hoes
Red bottom on my feet, Bloody Mary on my toes
Every time I pop out, it get scary for you hoes
I'm who every nigga wife fear, thick-thighed nightmare
I'm the boogie-bitch, ho, I'm every nigga type, yeah
Jewelry so cold, gave these broke bitches goosebumps
White Ghost rollin' through the hood, look like Klu Klux
Say my name like Candyman, and bitch, you know I'm there
These hoes wish they saw me when they lookin' in the mirror
Red bottoms on my feet, Bloody Mary on my toes
Every time I pop out, it get scary for you hoes
Yeah, it get scary for you hoes
Every time I pop out, it get scary for you hoes
Red bottom on my feet, Bloody Mary on my toes
Every time I pop out, it get scary for you hoes
I put niggas on they knees, I put bitches on they feet
Only time my buttons pushed is when I'm pressin' on my keys
Six-hundred on my chain, yes, 'kay, yes, Gs
Lookin' for a bitch to play with, then you better ask Jeeves
I know goons, I know goblins, shootin' and robbin'
Mask off, yeah, nigga, who want a problem?
I'm a dog-ass bitch, Ace of Spades when I piss
Green up just to f*ck, bottom line is I'm rich
And that ass like a pumpkin, welcome to the dungeon
Where the niggas at? Tryna turn this into somethin'
Know a bitch like me is a very rare sight
And throw that ass back, hear that thunder and lightenin', ah
Yeah, it get scary for you hoes
Every time I pop out, it get scary for you hoes
Red bottom on my feet, Bloody Mary on my toes
Every time I pop out, it get scary for you hoes (Rico)
In my Jeep, creepin' on a lame-ass nigga
On my Monster Jam shit (haha), ridin' in a Grave Digger (yeah, yeah)
He talkin' on my name and we gon' dig a grave with you
Zombie-ass bitch (yeah, yeah), nigga gave me brain for dinner (yummy)
I want it, then I got it (got it), my mansion lookin' haunted
Doc Marten, fishnet stockings, like, bitch, it's goons and goblins (goblins)
This ain't no trick or treat (uh-huh), but your nigga trick on me
If it ain't more than a thousand, I won't put it on my feet, bitch
Wh-When I pop out, it get scary like a cemetery (cemetery)
I'm fresh to death, I need a hearse when I go shoppin', baby (yeah)
He like me 'cause I'm godly (yeah), Texas chainsaw in the whip
Shout out Megan, a hottie (let's go), yeah, I be the hottest topic (Rico)
Yeah, it get scary for you hoes
Every time I pop out, it get scary for you hoes
Red bottom on my feet, Bloody Mary on my toes
Every time I pop out, it get scary for you hoes
Writer: Maria-Cecilia Simone Kelly, Megan J. Pete, Vincent Van Den Ende
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Anxiety
Yeah
Just take a sip right quick (Go Grizz)
Just got a lot to get off my chest (huh)
I'm a bad bitch, and I got bad anxiety
People call me rude 'cause I ain't lettin' 'em try me
Sayin' I'm a ho 'cause I'm in love with my body
Issues, but nobody I could talk to about it
They keep sayin' I should get help
But I don't even know what I need
They keep sayin' speak your truth
And at the same time say they don't believe, man
Excuse me while I get into my feelings for a second
Usually I keep it down, but today I gotta tell it
Not that anybody gives a f*ck anyway
But everybody talkin' shit probably sucks anyway
Y'all don't even know how I feel
I don't even know how I deal
Today I really hate everybody
And that's just me bein' real, yeah
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
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' 911 '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
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
Just take a sip right quick (Go Grizz)
Just got a lot to get off my chest (huh)
I'm a bad bitch, and I got bad anxiety
People call me rude 'cause I ain't lettin' 'em try me
Sayin' I'm a ho 'cause I'm in love with my body
Issues, but nobody I could talk to about it
They keep sayin' I should get help
But I don't even know what I need
They keep sayin' speak your truth
And at the same time say they don't believe, man
Excuse me while I get into my feelings for a second
Usually I keep it down, but today I gotta tell it
Not that anybody gives a f*ck anyway
But everybody talkin' shit probably sucks anyway
Y'all don't even know how I feel
I don't even know how I deal
Today I really hate everybody
And that's just me bein' real, yeah
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
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' 911 '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
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
Writer: Kevin Andre Price, Megan J. Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Flip Flop
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Behind this smile, I'm fightin' these tears
'Cause a bitch be sad as f*ck (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 breakin' up all of these wins into ones
And feel like I ain't doin' enough (like I ain't doin' enough)
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)
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 f*ck 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
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
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
Behind this smile, I'm fightin' these tears
'Cause a bitch be sad as f*ck (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 breakin' up all of these wins into ones
And feel like I ain't doin' enough (like I ain't doin' enough)
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)
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 f*ck 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
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
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
Writer: Julian Mason, Kelton Lanier Scott II, Kelvin Bradshaw, Lloyd "Spec" Turner, Megan Pete, Timothy Arthur Hoyle, Walter "Mucho" Scott, William A. Aquart Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Consistency
Uh-um (Bongo By The Way)
Ayy
Stop playin', I'm tryna see what's up with it (what's up)
I'm thee stallion, I'm tryna get buck with it (ah)
He dickin' me down so good (yeah), tryna reach my soul (yeah)
Like you wanna get in touch with it (yeah)
I'm a real freak bitch From the H, you dig?
"Did you really do a nigga dirty?" I did (I did)
If you gotta child, don't bring it over here
I don't need a Plan B, swallow your kids
Tall and chocolate, what I like (what I like)
Come over and spend the night (yeah)
Know you want a bitch this fly (uh-huh)
It ain't nothin' but a flight (but a flight)
I know I be talkin' shit (talkin' shit)
That's just me, I want some dick (uh-huh)
Nigga, why you movin' slow? (Uh-huh)
You just need to text back quick (mwah)
Dick and consistency (yeah)
Boy, I know you feelin' me (feelin' me)
F*ck all them other hoes (yes)
Give me dick consistently (yeah)
Dick and consistency (yeah)
Boy, I know you feelin' me (boy, I know you feelin' me)
F*ck all them other hoes
Give me dick consistently (uh-huh)
From the H, so I wanna come down on it
Throw it back, make a nigga throw the towel on it
And I know you wanna slide in a brand new ride
All them other hoes got miles on it (ah)
From the H, so I wanna come down on it
Throw it back, make a nigga throw the towel on it
And I know you wanna slide in a brand new ride
All them other hoes got miles on it (ayy)
I've been drinkin' '42
Nigga, what you wanna do? (Ah)
You could eat this pussy real good (uh-huh)
Or stay at home and starve, you choose (you choose)
Lickin' my crack, gotta call that boy a crackhead (yeah)
Nigga wanna bluff, ayy, come and get in my bed (my bed)
I know it ain't close to Thanksgiving
But on the table where I wanna get stuffed at
You know my birthday the same month as Valentine's
I don't give a f*ck if you're hers or you mines (hers or you mines)
Why you keep talkin' that shit like I'm scared of that dick? (Mhm)
You already know what's up with it (mhm)
I know I be talkin' shit (yeah)
That's just me, I want some dick (want some dick)
Nigga, why you movin' slow? (Why you movin' slow?)
You just need to text back quick
Dick and consistency (yeah, yeah)
Boy, I know you feelin' me (yeah)
F*ck all them other hoes (all them other hoes)
Give me dick consistently (ah)
Dick and consistency
Boy, I know you feelin' me (feelin' me)
F*ck all them other hoes (yeah, yeah)
Give me dick consistently (yeah)
From the H, so I wanna come down on it
Throw it back, make a nigga throw the towel on it
And I know you wanna slide in a brand new ride
All them other hoes got miles on it
From the H, so I wanna come down on it
Throw it back, make a nigga throw the towel on it (ah)
And I know you wanna slide in a brand new ride (yeah)
All them other hoes got miles on it (ayy)
If you can't give me the time (ooh)
Then, baby, you can't be mine
Got a million just like you waiting in line
Good D ain't hard to find (oh)
Miss me with the wishy-washy in and out my life
On it, in and out I'm serving twenty styles
It's the loyalty I like
And I'm like, "All night, if you got it, you got it"
Yeah, from L.A., so I got a lot of thug in me
It's okay, baby, you ain't gotta front with me
So, bae, when I say, "Give me what I need"
Dick and consistency (yeah, yeah)
Boy, I know you feelin' me (I know, yeah)
F*ck all them other hoes (all them other hoes)
Give me dick consistently (whoa, ah)
Dick and consistency (yeah)
Boy, I know you feelin' me (feelin' me, baby-boy, admit, admit)
F*ck all them other hoes (yeah, yeah)
Give me dick consistently (yeah, consistently)
From the H, so I wanna come down on it
Throw it back, make a nigga throw the towel on it
And I know you wanna slide in a brand new ride
All them other hoes got miles on it (miles on it)
From the H, so I wanna come down on it
Throw it back, make a nigga throw the towel on it
And I know you wanna slide in a brand new ride
All them other hoes got miles on it
From the H, so I wanna come down on it
Throw it back, make a nigga throw the towel on it
And I know you wanna slide in a brand new ride
All them other hoes got miles on it
From the H, so I wanna come down on it (H-Town)
Throw it back, make a nigga throw the towel on it
And I know you wanna slide in a brand new ride
All them other hoes got miles on it
Ayy
Stop playin', I'm tryna see what's up with it (what's up)
I'm thee stallion, I'm tryna get buck with it (ah)
He dickin' me down so good (yeah), tryna reach my soul (yeah)
Like you wanna get in touch with it (yeah)
I'm a real freak bitch From the H, you dig?
"Did you really do a nigga dirty?" I did (I did)
If you gotta child, don't bring it over here
I don't need a Plan B, swallow your kids
Tall and chocolate, what I like (what I like)
Come over and spend the night (yeah)
Know you want a bitch this fly (uh-huh)
It ain't nothin' but a flight (but a flight)
I know I be talkin' shit (talkin' shit)
That's just me, I want some dick (uh-huh)
Nigga, why you movin' slow? (Uh-huh)
You just need to text back quick (mwah)
Dick and consistency (yeah)
Boy, I know you feelin' me (feelin' me)
F*ck all them other hoes (yes)
Give me dick consistently (yeah)
Dick and consistency (yeah)
Boy, I know you feelin' me (boy, I know you feelin' me)
F*ck all them other hoes
Give me dick consistently (uh-huh)
From the H, so I wanna come down on it
Throw it back, make a nigga throw the towel on it
And I know you wanna slide in a brand new ride
All them other hoes got miles on it (ah)
From the H, so I wanna come down on it
Throw it back, make a nigga throw the towel on it
And I know you wanna slide in a brand new ride
All them other hoes got miles on it (ayy)
I've been drinkin' '42
Nigga, what you wanna do? (Ah)
You could eat this pussy real good (uh-huh)
Or stay at home and starve, you choose (you choose)
Lickin' my crack, gotta call that boy a crackhead (yeah)
Nigga wanna bluff, ayy, come and get in my bed (my bed)
I know it ain't close to Thanksgiving
But on the table where I wanna get stuffed at
You know my birthday the same month as Valentine's
I don't give a f*ck if you're hers or you mines (hers or you mines)
Why you keep talkin' that shit like I'm scared of that dick? (Mhm)
You already know what's up with it (mhm)
I know I be talkin' shit (yeah)
That's just me, I want some dick (want some dick)
Nigga, why you movin' slow? (Why you movin' slow?)
You just need to text back quick
Dick and consistency (yeah, yeah)
Boy, I know you feelin' me (yeah)
F*ck all them other hoes (all them other hoes)
Give me dick consistently (ah)
Dick and consistency
Boy, I know you feelin' me (feelin' me)
F*ck all them other hoes (yeah, yeah)
Give me dick consistently (yeah)
From the H, so I wanna come down on it
Throw it back, make a nigga throw the towel on it
And I know you wanna slide in a brand new ride
All them other hoes got miles on it
From the H, so I wanna come down on it
Throw it back, make a nigga throw the towel on it (ah)
And I know you wanna slide in a brand new ride (yeah)
All them other hoes got miles on it (ayy)
If you can't give me the time (ooh)
Then, baby, you can't be mine
Got a million just like you waiting in line
Good D ain't hard to find (oh)
Miss me with the wishy-washy in and out my life
On it, in and out I'm serving twenty styles
It's the loyalty I like
And I'm like, "All night, if you got it, you got it"
Yeah, from L.A., so I got a lot of thug in me
It's okay, baby, you ain't gotta front with me
So, bae, when I say, "Give me what I need"
Dick and consistency (yeah, yeah)
Boy, I know you feelin' me (I know, yeah)
F*ck all them other hoes (all them other hoes)
Give me dick consistently (whoa, ah)
Dick and consistency (yeah)
Boy, I know you feelin' me (feelin' me, baby-boy, admit, admit)
F*ck all them other hoes (yeah, yeah)
Give me dick consistently (yeah, consistently)
From the H, so I wanna come down on it
Throw it back, make a nigga throw the towel on it
And I know you wanna slide in a brand new ride
All them other hoes got miles on it (miles on it)
From the H, so I wanna come down on it
Throw it back, make a nigga throw the towel on it
And I know you wanna slide in a brand new ride
All them other hoes got miles on it
From the H, so I wanna come down on it
Throw it back, make a nigga throw the towel on it
And I know you wanna slide in a brand new ride
All them other hoes got miles on it
From the H, so I wanna come down on it (H-Town)
Throw it back, make a nigga throw the towel on it
And I know you wanna slide in a brand new ride
All them other hoes got miles on it
Writer: Christopher Howard Jasper, Ernie Isley, Jhene Efuru Chilombo, Marvin Isley, Megan Jovon Pete, O'Kelly Jr. Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, Shajuan Andrews, Uforo Imeh Ebong
Copyright: Lyrics © EMBARK MUSIC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Missing Link Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMBARK MUSIC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Missing Link Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Star
(J. White, I need a beat, I can go off on, ooh)
They don't need eyes to see when you next to me
I'm a superstar (a star, a star, a star)
Ayy, you should wanna take me out and make me smile
Lemme jump in yo' car (yo' car, yo' car, yo' car)
You gotta be a star to jump over the moon
So when you touch on me you're a shootin' star, oh yeah (a star, a star)
You know you got somethin' for the world to see
And there I go, still wonderin' who you are (a star, a star)
Yeah, yeah (ooh)
I'm a superstar, I'm a motherf*ckin' superstar
Must be crazy (ooh)
I'm a superstar, I'm a motherf*ckin' superstar
Man, you must be crazy (ooh)
I'm a superstar, I'm a motherf*ckin' superstar
Must be crazy
I'm a star, I'm a star
Ayy, how you get me is how you keep me (yeah)
The pussy get stringy every time you get cheesy (ah)
I used to get flowers and get f*cked in the shower (yeah, uh)
My pussy ate for hours (yeah)
Now we gotta argue what's yours and what's ours
These other niggas lined up (lines up)
Before your time's up you better hope nobody help me make my mind up (yeah)
Treat me like you wanna keep me and like you only see me (ayy)
And any bitch after Megan prolly wanna be me (whoa, whoa)
Gotta be a star to jump over the moon
Come fly with me
You're a superstar, oh yeah (a star, a star)
I know you got somethin' for the world to see
And there she goes, the one wonderin' who you are (a star, a star)
Oh (ooh)
I'm a superstar, I'm a motherf*ckin' superstar
You might go crazy (ooh)
I'm a superstar, I'm a motherf*ckin' superstar
Wanna be my baby? (Ooh)
I'm a superstar, I'm a motherf*ckin' superstar
You must be crazy
I'm a star, I'm a star
Ay-yeah, cash out, pass out
Big Benz, Bentley coupe
Shoppin' spree, swipe cards, I ain't got no room
Flex just to see, or out in Rome
'Cause we got time, dinner in a arena, what's wrong?
He pay attention, I pay that and more
Who you think I'm stackin' these racks for?
You gotta be a star to jump over the moon
So when you touch on me you're a shootin' star, oh yeah (a star, a star)
I know you got somethin' for the world to see
And there I go, still wonderin' who you are (a star, a star)
Yeah, yeah (ooh)
I'm a superstar, I'm a motherf*ckin' superstar
Must be crazy (ooh)
I'm a superstar, I'm a motherf*ckin' superstar
Tryna be my baby? (Ooh)
I'm a superstar, I'm a motherf*ckin' superstar
Must be crazy
I'm a star (oh), I'm a star
Oh
They don't need eyes to see when you next to me
I'm a superstar (a star, a star, a star)
Ayy, you should wanna take me out and make me smile
Lemme jump in yo' car (yo' car, yo' car, yo' car)
You gotta be a star to jump over the moon
So when you touch on me you're a shootin' star, oh yeah (a star, a star)
You know you got somethin' for the world to see
And there I go, still wonderin' who you are (a star, a star)
Yeah, yeah (ooh)
I'm a superstar, I'm a motherf*ckin' superstar
Must be crazy (ooh)
I'm a superstar, I'm a motherf*ckin' superstar
Man, you must be crazy (ooh)
I'm a superstar, I'm a motherf*ckin' superstar
Must be crazy
I'm a star, I'm a star
Ayy, how you get me is how you keep me (yeah)
The pussy get stringy every time you get cheesy (ah)
I used to get flowers and get f*cked in the shower (yeah, uh)
My pussy ate for hours (yeah)
Now we gotta argue what's yours and what's ours
These other niggas lined up (lines up)
Before your time's up you better hope nobody help me make my mind up (yeah)
Treat me like you wanna keep me and like you only see me (ayy)
And any bitch after Megan prolly wanna be me (whoa, whoa)
Gotta be a star to jump over the moon
Come fly with me
You're a superstar, oh yeah (a star, a star)
I know you got somethin' for the world to see
And there she goes, the one wonderin' who you are (a star, a star)
Oh (ooh)
I'm a superstar, I'm a motherf*ckin' superstar
You might go crazy (ooh)
I'm a superstar, I'm a motherf*ckin' superstar
Wanna be my baby? (Ooh)
I'm a superstar, I'm a motherf*ckin' superstar
You must be crazy
I'm a star, I'm a star
Ay-yeah, cash out, pass out
Big Benz, Bentley coupe
Shoppin' spree, swipe cards, I ain't got no room
Flex just to see, or out in Rome
'Cause we got time, dinner in a arena, what's wrong?
He pay attention, I pay that and more
Who you think I'm stackin' these racks for?
You gotta be a star to jump over the moon
So when you touch on me you're a shootin' star, oh yeah (a star, a star)
I know you got somethin' for the world to see
And there I go, still wonderin' who you are (a star, a star)
Yeah, yeah (ooh)
I'm a superstar, I'm a motherf*ckin' superstar
Must be crazy (ooh)
I'm a superstar, I'm a motherf*ckin' superstar
Tryna be my baby? (Ooh)
I'm a superstar, I'm a motherf*ckin' superstar
Must be crazy
I'm a star (oh), I'm a star
Oh
Writer: Anthony Germaine White, Corvell Arteberry, David Debrandon Brown, Megan J. Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Pressurelicious
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend that shit, I'm worth it (hmm)
Thick, look better in person (mmh)
Hair, nails, match my Birkin (yeah)
I don't block hoes, keep lurking, ah
Real hot girl shit (yeah, yeah)
This pussy bomb (yeah), explosive (baow)
It's soaking (ah), osmosis (mwah)
I'm stompin' on hoes so muhf*ckin' hard
I'm knockin' out Mario tokens (baow, baow, baow)
Your bitch, she regular (yeah)
I'm hot, be careful (ha, tss, ha)
She average (yeah), I'm pressure, yeah (I'm pressure)
I'm pressure, I'm pressurelicious, yeah (mwah)
I'm pressure, I'm pressure, I'm pressurelicious, yeah
She pressurelicious and I crave it
Take a picture of my bag
Now these bitches pressed to get it (now these bitches pressed to get it)
Take a picture, shake my ass
Now your nigga pressed to hit it, pressurelicious (baow, baow-baow-baow)
If it's worth it, I'm booking a jet
If it's worth it, I'm spending a check
I done broke out a switch
I done put a whole thing in your chest
When we f*ckin', we makin' a mess, yes
Back stroke, left stroke, deep stroke, your throat
Slow stroke, shawty know that's a go (ayy)
He know I'm really square business
I pull up, the AMG tinted, working him out
He sweatin' like it's been hours, it only been a few minutes
He say he toxic, I said, "Okay, well, I'm poison"
Spit in my mouth, I enjoy it, talk my shit
I'ma pull a him on him, don't play, I am not one of them (ah)
I'm pressurelicious, yeah (mwah)
I'm pressure, I'm pressure, I'm pressurelicious, yeah
She pressurelicious and I crave it
Take a picture of my bag
Now these bitches pressed to get it (now these bitches pressed to get it)
Take a picture, shake my ass
Now your nigga pressed to hit it, pressurelicious (baow, baow-baow)
Between my pussy and this drip
You might wanna watch out, nigga, don't slip (nigga, don't slip)
I'm talkin' 'bout tight, I'm talkin' 'bout grip (hey, hey)
I'm stackin' up more than a Blood and a Crip (Blood and the Crip)
Niggas admire the way that I'm built
Might let him spank it and give me a whip (spank it and give me a whip)
I ain't doing nothin' extra, this is strictly for my pleasure, ah
I'm puttin' it down on an Adderall
Went for two hours on Adderall
Went for three hours on Adderall
Hit it, four hours on Adderall
Piping you down on an Adderall
Piping it up on an Adderall
Knocking you off on an Adderall
Pussy so good, I eat it
Five in the morning, I need it
Knocking the bed off the hinges
Get in your mouth like a dentist
Really I belong in the Guinness
Pressure, she good for the image
I put her in vintage
I'ma take care of the business
Drop a bag, it hit different
I'ma give away my thots for a rich bitch, woo
F*ck me and call me toxic, she no different
Every time I pull out my cock, she gon' kiss it
Mouthing me off in the car, she just kiss it (mwah)
I'm pressurelicious, yeah (mwah)
I'm pressure, I'm pressure, I'm pressurelicious, yeah
She pressurelicious and I crave it
Take a picture of my bag
Now these bitches pressed to get it (now these bitches pressed to get it)
Take a picture, shake my ass
Now your nigga pressed to hit it, pressurelicious (baow)
Hold up (ooh), I'ma put my demon in her veins, for sure (hey)
Ayy, you know I like Chanel, daddy, keep me in Coco ('Co)
I'ma hit it and I'm gon' keep on all my chains, for sure (whoa)
Gotta treat these niggas like birds, I get that bread, then I go, ah (whoa, whoa, ah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend that shit, I'm worth it (hmm)
Thick, look better in person (mmh)
Hair, nails, match my Birkin (yeah)
I don't block hoes, keep lurking, ah
Real hot girl shit (yeah, yeah)
This pussy bomb (yeah), explosive (baow)
It's soaking (ah), osmosis (mwah)
I'm stompin' on hoes so muhf*ckin' hard
I'm knockin' out Mario tokens (baow, baow, baow)
Your bitch, she regular (yeah)
I'm hot, be careful (ha, tss, ha)
She average (yeah), I'm pressure, yeah (I'm pressure)
I'm pressure, I'm pressurelicious, yeah (mwah)
I'm pressure, I'm pressure, I'm pressurelicious, yeah
She pressurelicious and I crave it
Take a picture of my bag
Now these bitches pressed to get it (now these bitches pressed to get it)
Take a picture, shake my ass
Now your nigga pressed to hit it, pressurelicious (baow, baow-baow-baow)
If it's worth it, I'm booking a jet
If it's worth it, I'm spending a check
I done broke out a switch
I done put a whole thing in your chest
When we f*ckin', we makin' a mess, yes
Back stroke, left stroke, deep stroke, your throat
Slow stroke, shawty know that's a go (ayy)
He know I'm really square business
I pull up, the AMG tinted, working him out
He sweatin' like it's been hours, it only been a few minutes
He say he toxic, I said, "Okay, well, I'm poison"
Spit in my mouth, I enjoy it, talk my shit
I'ma pull a him on him, don't play, I am not one of them (ah)
I'm pressurelicious, yeah (mwah)
I'm pressure, I'm pressure, I'm pressurelicious, yeah
She pressurelicious and I crave it
Take a picture of my bag
Now these bitches pressed to get it (now these bitches pressed to get it)
Take a picture, shake my ass
Now your nigga pressed to hit it, pressurelicious (baow, baow-baow)
Between my pussy and this drip
You might wanna watch out, nigga, don't slip (nigga, don't slip)
I'm talkin' 'bout tight, I'm talkin' 'bout grip (hey, hey)
I'm stackin' up more than a Blood and a Crip (Blood and the Crip)
Niggas admire the way that I'm built
Might let him spank it and give me a whip (spank it and give me a whip)
I ain't doing nothin' extra, this is strictly for my pleasure, ah
I'm puttin' it down on an Adderall
Went for two hours on Adderall
Went for three hours on Adderall
Hit it, four hours on Adderall
Piping you down on an Adderall
Piping it up on an Adderall
Knocking you off on an Adderall
Pussy so good, I eat it
Five in the morning, I need it
Knocking the bed off the hinges
Get in your mouth like a dentist
Really I belong in the Guinness
Pressure, she good for the image
I put her in vintage
I'ma take care of the business
Drop a bag, it hit different
I'ma give away my thots for a rich bitch, woo
F*ck me and call me toxic, she no different
Every time I pull out my cock, she gon' kiss it
Mouthing me off in the car, she just kiss it (mwah)
I'm pressurelicious, yeah (mwah)
I'm pressure, I'm pressure, I'm pressurelicious, yeah
She pressurelicious and I crave it
Take a picture of my bag
Now these bitches pressed to get it (now these bitches pressed to get it)
Take a picture, shake my ass
Now your nigga pressed to hit it, pressurelicious (baow)
Hold up (ooh), I'ma put my demon in her veins, for sure (hey)
Ayy, you know I like Chanel, daddy, keep me in Coco ('Co)
I'ma hit it and I'm gon' keep on all my chains, for sure (whoa)
Gotta treat these niggas like birds, I get that bread, then I go, ah (whoa, whoa, ah)
Writer: Anthony Lorenzo Holmes Jr., Harald Hjermann Sorebo, Jorden Kyle Lanier Thorpe, Megan J. Pete, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Plan B
Who the f*ck you think you talking to, nigga?
F*ck me? Nah, nigga, f*ck you, nigga
Dear f*ck nigga, still can't believe I used to f*ck with ya (f*ck with ya)
Poppin' Plan B's 'cause I ain't plan to be stuck with ya (damn)
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 f*ckin' 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 (ayy, whoa)
Bitch, I'ma die independent (whoa, whoa)
If you was wondering, yeah, boy, I'm still that bitch (still that bitch)
I had to block you but you still gotta watch this shit (hmm)
'Cause who the f*ck rock it like me? No bra, tight tee (tight tee)
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 f*ckin' up her makeup
Damn, I can't believe I used to let you f*ck me (let you f*ck me)
I'd rather be in jail before a broke nigga cuff me (ayy, ayy)
Ladies, love yourself, 'cause this shit could get ugly (shit could get ugly)
That's why it's, f*ck niggas, get money (f*ck niggas, get money)
And I don't give a f*ck 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)
Mugler suit in my meeting (yeah), wagyu steak what I'm eating (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 buy the whole buildin' and keep the hoes in they places (hey, hey, whoa)
He submerged in it (yeah) like a baptism (like a baptism)
He hit this water, then he comin' back a real nigga (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? (Ayy)
I should've 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 hurt mine (ayy)
He cheat 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)
Nigga, f*ck you, still can't believe I used trust you (trust you)
The only accolade you ever made is that I f*cked 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
Ladies, love yourself, 'cause this shit could get ugly (shit could get ugly)
That's why it's, f*ck niggas, get money (f*ck niggas, get money)
And I don't give a f*ck 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)
F*ck me? Nah, nigga, f*ck you, nigga
Dear f*ck nigga, still can't believe I used to f*ck with ya (f*ck with ya)
Poppin' Plan B's 'cause I ain't plan to be stuck with ya (damn)
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 f*ckin' 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 (ayy, whoa)
Bitch, I'ma die independent (whoa, whoa)
If you was wondering, yeah, boy, I'm still that bitch (still that bitch)
I had to block you but you still gotta watch this shit (hmm)
'Cause who the f*ck rock it like me? No bra, tight tee (tight tee)
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 f*ckin' up her makeup
Damn, I can't believe I used to let you f*ck me (let you f*ck me)
I'd rather be in jail before a broke nigga cuff me (ayy, ayy)
Ladies, love yourself, 'cause this shit could get ugly (shit could get ugly)
That's why it's, f*ck niggas, get money (f*ck niggas, get money)
And I don't give a f*ck 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)
Mugler suit in my meeting (yeah), wagyu steak what I'm eating (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 buy the whole buildin' and keep the hoes in they places (hey, hey, whoa)
He submerged in it (yeah) like a baptism (like a baptism)
He hit this water, then he comin' back a real nigga (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? (Ayy)
I should've 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 hurt mine (ayy)
He cheat 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)
Nigga, f*ck you, still can't believe I used trust you (trust you)
The only accolade you ever made is that I f*cked 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
Ladies, love yourself, 'cause this shit could get ugly (shit could get ugly)
That's why it's, f*ck niggas, get money (f*ck niggas, get money)
And I don't give a f*ck 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)
Writer: Dalvin E. Degrate, Donald Earle Jr. Degrate, Megan J. Pete, Omar Anthony Perrin, Robert Deandre Watson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Southside Royalty Freestyle
Real motherf*ckin' 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 f*ck up")
Ayy, what's up bitch? It's Megan, and I'm from South Park
And if it's 'bout some motherf*ckin' 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 the "H" up when I brought home all them Grammys (yeah, yeah, yeah, ah)
Hunnid K on my watch, yeah
Thick, brown skin with the long hair
Diamonds all on my G-string, but I'm still eatin' at TP's
Used meet my tricks at Pappadeaux, hit the bar with all my hoes (all my hoes)
Take me to the gallery and tell that nigga to "Buy me those", ah
Ooh-wee
Drip 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's ain't shit I can't afford
No deal, Rolls Royce
Quarter million diamond in my face, tears of joy
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' (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
Die with me, ho, and I'm patrollin' on the blacktop (yeah)
Hands in and out my f*ckin' 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 soundin' 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
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 girl hot-headed, ooh-wee
(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 f*ck up")
Ayy, what's up bitch? It's Megan, and I'm from South Park
And if it's 'bout some motherf*ckin' 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 the "H" up when I brought home all them Grammys (yeah, yeah, yeah, ah)
Hunnid K on my watch, yeah
Thick, brown skin with the long hair
Diamonds all on my G-string, but I'm still eatin' at TP's
Used meet my tricks at Pappadeaux, hit the bar with all my hoes (all my hoes)
Take me to the gallery and tell that nigga to "Buy me those", ah
Ooh-wee
Drip 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's ain't shit I can't afford
No deal, Rolls Royce
Quarter million diamond in my face, tears of joy
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' (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
Die with me, ho, and I'm patrollin' on the blacktop (yeah)
Hands in and out my f*ckin' 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 soundin' 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
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 girl hot-headed, ooh-wee
Writer: Albert Walker Mondane, Christopher Howard Jasper, Ernest Isley, Jordan Houston, Leroy Williams, Marcus Edwards, Marvin Isley, Megan J. Pete, Michael Colton Dixon, Milton J. Powell, O'Kelly Jr. Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Bernard Isley
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Sweetest Pie
[ Featuring Dua Lipa ]
[Dua Lipa]
(Mano)
You've never been to Heaven, have you?
(OG Parker)
[Dua Lipa & Megan Thee Stallion]
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)
[Megan Thee Stallion]
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)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Dua Lipa & Megan Thee Stallion]
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)
[Dua Lipa]
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
[Megan Thee Stallion]
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)
[Dua Lipa]
You've never been to Heaven, have you?
[Dua Lipa & Megan Thee Stallion]
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)
[Megan Thee Stallion & Dua Lipa]
Real hot girl shit (Ooh, this the ride of your life)
Me and Dua Lipa finna get the party lit (Hold on 'cause, baby, I might, I might just give you a bite)
Ah (Of the sweetest pie)
Writer: Clarence Coffee Jr., Dua Lipa, Joshua Isaiah Parker, Megan Pete, Nija Aisha-Alayja Charles, Sarah Hudson, Stephen Kozmeniuk
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Traumazine is the second studio album by American rapper Megan Thee Stallion. This album marks her final release under the labels before her departure in October 2023 after two years of lawsuits.
After the low promotion of Traumazine by the label, Thee Stallion has started a second lawsuit, accusing the company of contributing to the album's poor sales and marketing. On October 19, 2023, lawyers from 1501 Certified Entertainment confirmed that they and Thee Stallion had reached a confidential agreement to resolve their legal differences by parting amicably.
About the album she said:
Usually when I write songs... I could be sad... I don't write songs about how I feel, I write songs about how I want to feel. So I feel like, on this album, it's probably the first time I figured out how to talk about what I want to say... express myself a little bit more. So that's just how I've been living life. And I feel like it's been so easy for people to tell my story for me, speak on my behalf because I'm a nonchalant person, I feel like. But like I see now that it can get out of control so I feel like I wanted to just take control of my narrative, take control of my own story. Tell it my way, tell it from me."
It was nominated for the BET Hip Hop Award for Album of the Year. The album's lead single, "Sweetest Pie" with English singer Dua Lipa, peaked at number 15 on the US Billboard Hot 100 and has been certified platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA).
Commercially, the album debuted at number four on the US Billboard 200 becoming Megan Thee Stallion's fifth US top-10 album, but did not achieve high placements in international charts, starting a lawsuit by the rapper for the label's low interest in its promotion. The album was later certified gold by the RIAA for selling over 500,000 units.
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Megan Thee StallionAfter the low promotion of Traumazine by the label, Thee Stallion has started a second lawsuit, accusing the company of contributing to the album's poor sales and marketing. On October 19, 2023, lawyers from 1501 Certified Entertainment confirmed that they and Thee Stallion had reached a confidential agreement to resolve their legal differences by parting amicably.
About the album she said:
Usually when I write songs... I could be sad... I don't write songs about how I feel, I write songs about how I want to feel. So I feel like, on this album, it's probably the first time I figured out how to talk about what I want to say... express myself a little bit more. So that's just how I've been living life. And I feel like it's been so easy for people to tell my story for me, speak on my behalf because I'm a nonchalant person, I feel like. But like I see now that it can get out of control so I feel like I wanted to just take control of my narrative, take control of my own story. Tell it my way, tell it from me."
It was nominated for the BET Hip Hop Award for Album of the Year. The album's lead single, "Sweetest Pie" with English singer Dua Lipa, peaked at number 15 on the US Billboard Hot 100 and has been certified platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA).
Commercially, the album debuted at number four on the US Billboard 200 becoming Megan Thee Stallion's fifth US top-10 album, but did not achieve high placements in international charts, starting a lawsuit by the rapper for the label's low interest in its promotion. The album was later certified gold by the RIAA for selling over 500,000 units.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Avedon, Babie, Bankroll Got It, Bandplay, BongoByTheWay, CashMoneyAP, D-Sims, Diego Ave, Go Grizzly, Hitkidd, FranchiseDidIt, KTOE, LilJuMadeDaBeat, J. White Did It, Juicy J, Mr. Lee, Murda Beatz, OG Parker, Omar Grand, Romano, P.Raw, Payday, Platinum Library, Rob Holladay, Source, SSV, Taz Taylor, Vaugh Oliver, YoungKio
Released: August 12th, 2022
Year: 2022