Brrt, brrt, baow (Buddah Bless this beat)
Imagine niggas lyin' 'bout shootin' a real bitch (huh?)
Just to save face for rapper niggas you chill with
Imagine me givin' a f*ck it was your f*ckin' birthday (f*ck you)
You in your feelings, I just thought it was another Thursday
Now imagine me cockblockin' niggas on some dry shit (what?)
I don't want you on the bench
believe you wouldn't've been invited (you wouldn't've been invited)
And if it weren't for me
same week, you would have been indicted (should've let them lock your ass up)
You offered M's not to talk, I guess that made my friend excited, hmm
Now y'all in cahoots, huh (okay), you a puss in boots
You shot a 5'10" bitch with a .22
Talkin' 'bout bones and tendons like them bullets wasn't pellets
A pussy nigga with a pussy gun in his feelings (ah)
Okay, he in the backseat and he keep callin' me a bitch (he a bitch)
We all know the shit I could've came back with (lil' ass nigga)
He talkin' 'bout his followers, dollars, and goofy shit
I told him, "You're not poppin', you just on the remix" (what's poppin'?)
Now here we are, 2020, eight months later
And we still ain't got no f*ckin' justice for Breonna Taylor (Breonna Taylor)
Any nigga on that nigga's side is a clout chaser (f*ck y'all)
A bitch who he f*ckin' or a ho that he payin', uh
Imagine me, hahaha
Imagine me entertaining you f*ckin' goofy-ass niggas
And you f*ckin' goofy-ass bitches
Brrt, brrt, blaow (Buddah Bless this beat)
Who you takin' shots at, goofy-ass nigga?
Keep your broke ass out a rich bitch business
And that go for you bitches too that's tryna get picked
Talkin' shit, I'll slide on you, thinkin' that you slick
Ooh shit, it's a lotta weak niggas in this bitch, they confused
They hate me, but watch my videos beatin' they dick
Who a snitch? I ain't never went to the police with no names
I thought a bitch that got her chain snatched caught a loss had something to say, ayy
I be speakin' facts, uh, they can't handle that, uh
They want me to be the bad guy, let me put my mask on
I was chose, I ain't ask to be this motherf*ckin' cold
Still the brightest star and not just the ones that's up in this Rolls
Keep it pimpin' always, actions do the talkin'
I know you want the clout, so I ain't sayin' y'all name
Oh, you out here ballin', huh? Who you get that money from?
Ten toes down for whoever get the Patek, huh?
I be so content 'cause I know I'm a real bitch
And anything I say, I'm never scared to repeat it
You'd think I was a killer how these niggas scared as shit
I pull up one deep, but niggas bring they whole clique, ayy
Who you takin' shots at, goofy-ass bitch?
Watchin' me succeed from your knees, suckin' dick
I know you want attention from the niggas that I get
I'm a steak, you a side plate, shrimp, stay in your place
Real bitch, yeah, yeah, I ain't sellin' fairytales
FaceTime my nigga while my other nigga layin' there
Bitch think she sabotagin' somethin', tryna run and tell
Bitch, I got a bond with my niggas and they all aware, yeah
Who you takin' shots at? Shut up with your scary ass
No profile pic, bitch, your mama shouldn't had
Kick me while I'm down bad, I remember all that
Next nigga send a shot, I'ma send it right back (ah)
Brrt, brrt
Brrt, haha
Ah
Should've let them lock your ass up
Pussy
Megan Thee Stallion - Good News Album Lyrics
Megan Thee Stallion - Good News Lyrics
Writer: Allie Wrubel, Megan Pete, Herb Magidson, Tyron Buddah Douglas
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Circles
(Circles, circles)
Yeah (round and round)
Hey (and while you're doing me so wrong)
(I just keep holding you down, I feel so-)
Real hot girl shit (circles, circles)
Ah (round and round)
(And while you're doing me so wrong) F*ck that nigga
Hey, hey (I just keep holding you down)
Baow, ayy, look
Why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong? (Huh?)
'Bout to make this every bad bitch song (ayy)
Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down
Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? Ayy
Look (hey), I ain't in my feelings with it (in my feelings)
Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it (get it, get it)
Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise
We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil boys
Shh, cut the noise
I ain't goin' back and forth with these lil boys (lil boys)
I'm a February baby, I'm a big flirt (big flirt)
I gotta give a nigga space when his feelings hurt (hey, hey)
Ayy, look, cut the shit
I ain't goin' back and forth with a broke bitch (broke bitch)
Jawbreaker, I ain't f*ckin' with the sucker shit (yeah)
If I cut her off, then I mean it and it's f*ck a bitch
The more I ignore you, the more you adore me (yeah)
Crazy-ass niggas need to come with a warnin' (come with a warnin')
Is he crazy 'bout me or he just crazy? You been trippin' lately (yeah, yeah)
Nigga too attached, got him actin' like a titty baby (yeah)
Bullet wounds, backstabs, mama died, still sad
At war with myself, in my head, bitch, it's Baghdad (yeah)
New nigga tryna come around and play clean (hmm)
And my clothes fit tight, but my heart need a seamstress (ah)
Look, why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong? (What?)
'Bout to make this every bad bitch song (ayy)
Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down
Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? (Ayy)
Look, I ain't in my feelings with it (in my feelings)
Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it (get it, get it)
Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise
We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil boys
One, never let a nigga see you sweat (never)
Two, never let these niggas come between a check (yeah)
Three, never let a nigga turn you 'gainst me (hey)
'Cause the dick come and go, but I'm ridin' past E (ridin' past E)
Keep that shit player, I don't like gettin' personal
Treat 'em like job, when I get 'em, I'm workin' 'em (workin')
Niggas love usin' instagram like a journal (yeah)
Just like my ass, niggas talkin' in a circle (baow-baow-baow)
Why niggas love to talk down? I don't know (I don't know)
Like I ain't keepin' all the facts in my phone
Like I ain't got the pictures of you beggin' for forgiveness (yeah)
I ain't gotta do the most, I know what the real is (I know what the real is)
Ain't the jealous type, please don't believe the hype (please)
You can't make me mad with some shit that I'ma like (that I'ma like)
Don't mean to be intrusive, but you thinkin' you exclusive
When a party ain't a party if my bitches ain't included (ah, ah)
Look, why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong? (What?)
'Bout to make this every bad bitch song (ayy)
Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down
Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? Ayy
Look, I ain't in my feelings with it (in my feelings)
Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it (get it, get it)
Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise
We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil boys
Why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong?
'Bout to make this every bad bitch song, ayy
Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down
Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? Ayy
Look, I ain't in my feelings with it
Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it
Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise
We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil boys
(Circles, circles)
(Round and round)
(And while you're doing me so wrong)
(I just keep holding you down)
We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil boys (I feel so-)
(Circles, circles)
(Round and round)
(And while you're doing me so wrong)
Yeah (round and round)
Hey (and while you're doing me so wrong)
(I just keep holding you down, I feel so-)
Real hot girl shit (circles, circles)
Ah (round and round)
(And while you're doing me so wrong) F*ck that nigga
Hey, hey (I just keep holding you down)
Baow, ayy, look
Why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong? (Huh?)
'Bout to make this every bad bitch song (ayy)
Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down
Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? Ayy
Look (hey), I ain't in my feelings with it (in my feelings)
Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it (get it, get it)
Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise
We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil boys
Shh, cut the noise
I ain't goin' back and forth with these lil boys (lil boys)
I'm a February baby, I'm a big flirt (big flirt)
I gotta give a nigga space when his feelings hurt (hey, hey)
Ayy, look, cut the shit
I ain't goin' back and forth with a broke bitch (broke bitch)
Jawbreaker, I ain't f*ckin' with the sucker shit (yeah)
If I cut her off, then I mean it and it's f*ck a bitch
The more I ignore you, the more you adore me (yeah)
Crazy-ass niggas need to come with a warnin' (come with a warnin')
Is he crazy 'bout me or he just crazy? You been trippin' lately (yeah, yeah)
Nigga too attached, got him actin' like a titty baby (yeah)
Bullet wounds, backstabs, mama died, still sad
At war with myself, in my head, bitch, it's Baghdad (yeah)
New nigga tryna come around and play clean (hmm)
And my clothes fit tight, but my heart need a seamstress (ah)
Look, why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong? (What?)
'Bout to make this every bad bitch song (ayy)
Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down
Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? (Ayy)
Look, I ain't in my feelings with it (in my feelings)
Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it (get it, get it)
Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise
We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil boys
One, never let a nigga see you sweat (never)
Two, never let these niggas come between a check (yeah)
Three, never let a nigga turn you 'gainst me (hey)
'Cause the dick come and go, but I'm ridin' past E (ridin' past E)
Keep that shit player, I don't like gettin' personal
Treat 'em like job, when I get 'em, I'm workin' 'em (workin')
Niggas love usin' instagram like a journal (yeah)
Just like my ass, niggas talkin' in a circle (baow-baow-baow)
Why niggas love to talk down? I don't know (I don't know)
Like I ain't keepin' all the facts in my phone
Like I ain't got the pictures of you beggin' for forgiveness (yeah)
I ain't gotta do the most, I know what the real is (I know what the real is)
Ain't the jealous type, please don't believe the hype (please)
You can't make me mad with some shit that I'ma like (that I'ma like)
Don't mean to be intrusive, but you thinkin' you exclusive
When a party ain't a party if my bitches ain't included (ah, ah)
Look, why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong? (What?)
'Bout to make this every bad bitch song (ayy)
Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down
Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? Ayy
Look, I ain't in my feelings with it (in my feelings)
Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it (get it, get it)
Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise
We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil boys
Why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong?
'Bout to make this every bad bitch song, ayy
Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down
Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? Ayy
Look, I ain't in my feelings with it
Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it
Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise
We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil boys
(Circles, circles)
(Round and round)
(And while you're doing me so wrong)
(I just keep holding you down)
We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil boys (I feel so-)
(Circles, circles)
(Round and round)
(And while you're doing me so wrong)
Writer: Andre Lyon, Anthony S Cruz, Arlene Delvalle, Cainon Renard Lamb, Cory McKay, Craig Xavier Brockman, Curtis Mayfield, Dave A Atkinson, Douglas L. Davis, Gilbert Askey Alexander, Inga D. Marchand, Jazmine Sullivan, Jean Claude Oliver, Marcello Valenzano, Mary J. Blige, Megan Pete, Melissa Elliot, Nasir Jones, Pardison Fontaine, Roy C Hammond, Ricky M.L. Walters, Sean J Combs, Samuel J. Barnes, Ricknoleon Perez
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Cry Baby
Real hot girl shit
(d.a. got that dope)
(That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)
Her friends and mom hate me (go)
Lay down on the bed, do the crybaby (mmm)
She ain't gave me none of that pussy in a while
She had the boy waitin', I don't mind waitin' (come here)
Oh, you ain't gon' respond to my texts? (Oh, yeah?)
Want me keep on my diamonds, we sex? (What's your name?)
Keisha? (Kei), Jasmine? (Jas), Kiera? Megan? (Go)
Lisa? Ashley? (Ashley), Sierra? Sarah?
She got her hands on her knees with her ass in the air
Ooh, that lil' bitch a player
If her friends ain't around to record it
She bend over, shake that lil' ass in the mirror, like
Goddamn, what a nigga gotta do for your number?
Shawty came through with that head so good
I said f*ck it, I ain't usin' no rubber
Way she make that ass bounce, think I love her
Got that ass and that mouth from her mother
Type to make your bae mad, you in trouble
NBA playoffs that ass, it's a bubble
Uh-uh (like), uh-uh, come here, come here, uh-uh
Throw that ass back, come here, come here
(That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)
Her friends and mom hate me (Go)
Lay down on the bed, do the crybaby (Go)
She ain't gave me none of that pussy in a while
She had the boy waitin', I don't mind waitin'
Oh, you ain't gon' respond to my texts? (Oh, yeah?)
Want me keep on my diamonds, we sex? (What's your name?)
(Wah, wah, wah, wah) Ayy
Real hot girl shit (ayy, ayy)
Lay on my stomach, toot it up, do the crybaby (crybaby)
Look back, hold it open, now he annihilated (yeah)
Moaning like a bitch when he hit this pussy
Damn, he probably wanna wear my hoodie (ah)
Choke me, spank me, look at me, thank me (thank me)
If I give it to another nigga, he'll hate me (he'll hate me)
Spit, slurp, give him that work
Fell too fast for me, now the nigga hurt
Deeper, deeper, I need a reaper
Thought I was in trouble how he tearin' them cheeks up
Keep me a freak, who the flavor of the week?
If I make up the rules, then I don't think it's cheatin'
Jordan, Tommy, Timothy, Daniel (which one?)
Might let Jonathan bring in Sarah (come here, Sarah)
Bitch tryna brag about taking my man (huh?)
Ha, I needed me a nigga off my hands (hahahaha)
Uh-uh, don't f*ck me like that, f*ck me like this, yeah, ayy
Uh, his friends and his dad hate me (yeah)
I broke his lil' heart, he a crybaby (wah-wah-wah)
If I ain't let him hit the pussy by now
Then that nigga lame if he still waitin' (ah, ah, ah)
I ain't even save your number (nope)
So no, I can't reply to no text (no text)
I make him cry 'bout the pussy, hmm
Probably why my shit so wet (ah, ah, ah, ah, wah, wah, wah)
(d.a. got that dope)
(That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)
Her friends and mom hate me (go)
Lay down on the bed, do the crybaby (mmm)
She ain't gave me none of that pussy in a while
She had the boy waitin', I don't mind waitin' (come here)
Oh, you ain't gon' respond to my texts? (Oh, yeah?)
Want me keep on my diamonds, we sex? (What's your name?)
Keisha? (Kei), Jasmine? (Jas), Kiera? Megan? (Go)
Lisa? Ashley? (Ashley), Sierra? Sarah?
She got her hands on her knees with her ass in the air
Ooh, that lil' bitch a player
If her friends ain't around to record it
She bend over, shake that lil' ass in the mirror, like
Goddamn, what a nigga gotta do for your number?
Shawty came through with that head so good
I said f*ck it, I ain't usin' no rubber
Way she make that ass bounce, think I love her
Got that ass and that mouth from her mother
Type to make your bae mad, you in trouble
NBA playoffs that ass, it's a bubble
Uh-uh (like), uh-uh, come here, come here, uh-uh
Throw that ass back, come here, come here
(That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)
Her friends and mom hate me (Go)
Lay down on the bed, do the crybaby (Go)
She ain't gave me none of that pussy in a while
She had the boy waitin', I don't mind waitin'
Oh, you ain't gon' respond to my texts? (Oh, yeah?)
Want me keep on my diamonds, we sex? (What's your name?)
(Wah, wah, wah, wah) Ayy
Real hot girl shit (ayy, ayy)
Lay on my stomach, toot it up, do the crybaby (crybaby)
Look back, hold it open, now he annihilated (yeah)
Moaning like a bitch when he hit this pussy
Damn, he probably wanna wear my hoodie (ah)
Choke me, spank me, look at me, thank me (thank me)
If I give it to another nigga, he'll hate me (he'll hate me)
Spit, slurp, give him that work
Fell too fast for me, now the nigga hurt
Deeper, deeper, I need a reaper
Thought I was in trouble how he tearin' them cheeks up
Keep me a freak, who the flavor of the week?
If I make up the rules, then I don't think it's cheatin'
Jordan, Tommy, Timothy, Daniel (which one?)
Might let Jonathan bring in Sarah (come here, Sarah)
Bitch tryna brag about taking my man (huh?)
Ha, I needed me a nigga off my hands (hahahaha)
Uh-uh, don't f*ck me like that, f*ck me like this, yeah, ayy
Uh, his friends and his dad hate me (yeah)
I broke his lil' heart, he a crybaby (wah-wah-wah)
If I ain't let him hit the pussy by now
Then that nigga lame if he still waitin' (ah, ah, ah)
I ain't even save your number (nope)
So no, I can't reply to no text (no text)
I make him cry 'bout the pussy, hmm
Probably why my shit so wet (ah, ah, ah, ah, wah, wah, wah)
Writer: Danny T Levin, David L Doman, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Katie Smith, Megan J Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Do It On The Tip
Real hot girl shit
(Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it)
And the motherf*ckin' City Girls
(Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it)
I would never trip about any old dick (yeah)
If my heart broke, it's nothin' that my jeweler won't fix (that my jeweler won't fix)
Put some ice on my chest just to cool my shit (brr)
And I keep me a fur, 'cause I'm a real cold bitch, ayy (ah)
I'm a cold bitch, yes, I'm a cold piece
Lookin' for a Mr. Freeze to get froze like me (like me)
Got a lot of cold stones, and I ain't talkin' ice cream (ice cream)
Put my arm to the sun, bet I melt your whole team
Okay, now can I take your order? I'ma serve 'em what they wanted (yeah)
Bitches thinkin' they the shit when they really toilet water (when they really toilet water)
They don't go against me, they gon' go bar for bar? (Bar for bar?)
I'ma get 'em in the end like Simba did Scar (ayy)
Oh, shit, I think I'm pregnant, but I don't see no belly (I don't see it)
These bitches tryna come my way before they even ready (they premature)
They say I got the skills, they say I got the look (I got the look)
I got so many bars, they puttin' money on my books, hey (on my books)
Be mad at them niggas how you be mad at me (bitch)
He got you lookin' stupid, but you wanna argue with me (huh?)
I got a couple of bitches mad
'Cause I don't f*ck with them no more (I don't f*ck with them no more)
But since you say you so unbothered, what you speaking on me for? (Shh)
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (baow, baow)
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (brrt, brrt)
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (baow, baow-baow)
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Top-notch bitch, I'm A-listed (huh?)
This City Girl shit, can't flex like this
Old country-ass bitch can't dress like this (can't)
Bye, do it on the dick and a bitch (period)
Put this ass on that dick, I'ma spazz on that dick
Go to sleep, take a nap, I'ma crash on that dick
I won't beg for no dick, I won't cry for no dick
If your dick broke, nigga, put a cast on that dick
Rich with an attitude, R-W-A (you is)
Bitch, I got kids, I know how you hoes play (you do)
Ice cube, peanut pussy, eat it, soufflé (ow)
These hoes my sons, I should call 'em O'Shea
F*ckboys, I ain't pressed for 'em (at all)
I need a nigga with a Patek and a TEC on 'em (ice, ice, ice)
Big dick, Chrome Hearts, and baguettes on 'em
If he got the bread, I'ma do the rest for him, period
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (baow, baow)
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (brrt, brrt)
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (baow, baow-baow)
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Ayy, real bitch (yeah), but that body built like a doll (like a doll)
I ain't in no competition with these hoes at all (with these hoes at all)
I should own a bakery way niggas bring the cake to me
And if that boy a baller, I bet I can make him play for me
Okay, now, do it for a real bitch (yeah), buy a bitch a real bag (buy a bitch a real bag)
Before I pick the wrong nigga, make sure your friends tagged (who is he?)
Do it for them bitches and they friends who be big mad (ah)
I know my haters watchin', so I do it for they bitch-ass
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (baow, baow)
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (brrt, brrt)
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (baow, baow-baow)
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Baow, baow
Brrt, brrt
Baow, ba-baow-baow
Brrt, brrt, brrt
Baow, baow
Brrt, brrt
Baow, ba-baow-baow
(Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it)
And the motherf*ckin' City Girls
(Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it)
I would never trip about any old dick (yeah)
If my heart broke, it's nothin' that my jeweler won't fix (that my jeweler won't fix)
Put some ice on my chest just to cool my shit (brr)
And I keep me a fur, 'cause I'm a real cold bitch, ayy (ah)
I'm a cold bitch, yes, I'm a cold piece
Lookin' for a Mr. Freeze to get froze like me (like me)
Got a lot of cold stones, and I ain't talkin' ice cream (ice cream)
Put my arm to the sun, bet I melt your whole team
Okay, now can I take your order? I'ma serve 'em what they wanted (yeah)
Bitches thinkin' they the shit when they really toilet water (when they really toilet water)
They don't go against me, they gon' go bar for bar? (Bar for bar?)
I'ma get 'em in the end like Simba did Scar (ayy)
Oh, shit, I think I'm pregnant, but I don't see no belly (I don't see it)
These bitches tryna come my way before they even ready (they premature)
They say I got the skills, they say I got the look (I got the look)
I got so many bars, they puttin' money on my books, hey (on my books)
Be mad at them niggas how you be mad at me (bitch)
He got you lookin' stupid, but you wanna argue with me (huh?)
I got a couple of bitches mad
'Cause I don't f*ck with them no more (I don't f*ck with them no more)
But since you say you so unbothered, what you speaking on me for? (Shh)
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (baow, baow)
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (brrt, brrt)
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (baow, baow-baow)
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Top-notch bitch, I'm A-listed (huh?)
This City Girl shit, can't flex like this
Old country-ass bitch can't dress like this (can't)
Bye, do it on the dick and a bitch (period)
Put this ass on that dick, I'ma spazz on that dick
Go to sleep, take a nap, I'ma crash on that dick
I won't beg for no dick, I won't cry for no dick
If your dick broke, nigga, put a cast on that dick
Rich with an attitude, R-W-A (you is)
Bitch, I got kids, I know how you hoes play (you do)
Ice cube, peanut pussy, eat it, soufflé (ow)
These hoes my sons, I should call 'em O'Shea
F*ckboys, I ain't pressed for 'em (at all)
I need a nigga with a Patek and a TEC on 'em (ice, ice, ice)
Big dick, Chrome Hearts, and baguettes on 'em
If he got the bread, I'ma do the rest for him, period
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (baow, baow)
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (brrt, brrt)
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (baow, baow-baow)
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Ayy, real bitch (yeah), but that body built like a doll (like a doll)
I ain't in no competition with these hoes at all (with these hoes at all)
I should own a bakery way niggas bring the cake to me
And if that boy a baller, I bet I can make him play for me
Okay, now, do it for a real bitch (yeah), buy a bitch a real bag (buy a bitch a real bag)
Before I pick the wrong nigga, make sure your friends tagged (who is he?)
Do it for them bitches and they friends who be big mad (ah)
I know my haters watchin', so I do it for they bitch-ass
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (baow, baow)
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (brrt, brrt)
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (baow, baow-baow)
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Baow, baow
Brrt, brrt
Baow, ba-baow-baow
Brrt, brrt, brrt
Baow, baow
Brrt, brrt
Baow, ba-baow-baow
Writer: Caresha Brownlee, Jatavia Johnson, Julian Mason, Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Sugar Baby
Oh, he want a bad bitch?
Well, I want a nigga with some money and a long dick
Buy me everything in my cart if you my boyfriend (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Invest in this pussy, boy, support Black business
Get it for a bad bitch, spend it for a bad bitch
If you got some money, then trick on a bad bitch
Spend it for a bad bitch, get it for a bad bitch
If you got some money, nigga, trick on a bad bitch
Oh, you wanna see my nails when they done? Shit, pay for 'em
You can't have opinions on no shit that you ain't payin' for
All them high school mind games only work on needy bitches
Call yourself not talkin' to me, I'm already callin' my other nigga, ayy
Boy, I eat like a bad bitch, kale on my salad (salad)
Designer on my sheets, boy, I sleep like a bad bitch (bad bitch)
Thinkin' that he Future, I'ma leave him in the past tense (bye)
And I'm in my book, so I think like a bad bitch (whoa, whoa)
He said, "Let's make a movie," and nutted so quick, we made a story (ugh)
He tell people we not talkin', no, lil' nigga, you gettin' ignored
He text askin' what we are, I'm like, "LOL, I'm dead" (LOL, I'm dead)
I think all these niggas stupid, but I still want the head, ayy
Get it for a bad bitch, spend it for a bad bitch
If you got some money, nigga, trick on a bad bitch
Get it for a bad bitch, spend it for a bad bitch
If you got some money, nigga, trick on a bad bitch
I ain't playin nice for no f*ckin' plane ticket (uh-uh)
And I ain't comin' over 'til I know how big your dick is (let me see)
He can call me lame and he can get an attitude
But I still ain't doin' nothin' I don't wanna do (ah)
Don't FaceTime me in public, 'cause you don't know who I f*ck with
Why you askin' why I'm playin' when you know you got a girlfriend? (Ha)
I'm too bad to be mad (yup), I'm too sexy to be jealous
And I'm too f*ckin' grown to be playin' with these niggas (hey, hey, hey)
'Cause these niggas act like bad bitches, in the club takin' pictures
Other niggas' sections takin' seats from these bad bitches (bad bitches)
Moody like these bad bitches, messy like these bad bitches (ah)
Discussions on who f*ckin' like these niggas never had bitches (had bitches)
Oh, he want a bad bitch?
Well, I want a nigga with some money and a long dick
Buy me everything in my cart if you my boyfriend (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Invest in this pussy, boy, support Black business
Get it for a bad bitch, spend it for a bad bitch
If you got some money, then trick on a bad bitch
Spend it for a bad bitch, get it for a bad bitch
If you got some money, nigga, trick on a bad bitch
Ah
Real hot girl shit
Yeah, I'm already rich, but I'm still tryna get richer, hahaha
Yeah, yeah, ah
Well, I want a nigga with some money and a long dick
Buy me everything in my cart if you my boyfriend (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Invest in this pussy, boy, support Black business
Get it for a bad bitch, spend it for a bad bitch
If you got some money, then trick on a bad bitch
Spend it for a bad bitch, get it for a bad bitch
If you got some money, nigga, trick on a bad bitch
Oh, you wanna see my nails when they done? Shit, pay for 'em
You can't have opinions on no shit that you ain't payin' for
All them high school mind games only work on needy bitches
Call yourself not talkin' to me, I'm already callin' my other nigga, ayy
Boy, I eat like a bad bitch, kale on my salad (salad)
Designer on my sheets, boy, I sleep like a bad bitch (bad bitch)
Thinkin' that he Future, I'ma leave him in the past tense (bye)
And I'm in my book, so I think like a bad bitch (whoa, whoa)
He said, "Let's make a movie," and nutted so quick, we made a story (ugh)
He tell people we not talkin', no, lil' nigga, you gettin' ignored
He text askin' what we are, I'm like, "LOL, I'm dead" (LOL, I'm dead)
I think all these niggas stupid, but I still want the head, ayy
Get it for a bad bitch, spend it for a bad bitch
If you got some money, nigga, trick on a bad bitch
Get it for a bad bitch, spend it for a bad bitch
If you got some money, nigga, trick on a bad bitch
I ain't playin nice for no f*ckin' plane ticket (uh-uh)
And I ain't comin' over 'til I know how big your dick is (let me see)
He can call me lame and he can get an attitude
But I still ain't doin' nothin' I don't wanna do (ah)
Don't FaceTime me in public, 'cause you don't know who I f*ck with
Why you askin' why I'm playin' when you know you got a girlfriend? (Ha)
I'm too bad to be mad (yup), I'm too sexy to be jealous
And I'm too f*ckin' grown to be playin' with these niggas (hey, hey, hey)
'Cause these niggas act like bad bitches, in the club takin' pictures
Other niggas' sections takin' seats from these bad bitches (bad bitches)
Moody like these bad bitches, messy like these bad bitches (ah)
Discussions on who f*ckin' like these niggas never had bitches (had bitches)
Oh, he want a bad bitch?
Well, I want a nigga with some money and a long dick
Buy me everything in my cart if you my boyfriend (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Invest in this pussy, boy, support Black business
Get it for a bad bitch, spend it for a bad bitch
If you got some money, then trick on a bad bitch
Spend it for a bad bitch, get it for a bad bitch
If you got some money, nigga, trick on a bad bitch
Ah
Real hot girl shit
Yeah, I'm already rich, but I'm still tryna get richer, hahaha
Yeah, yeah, ah
Writer: Jalen Patterson, Jeremy Varnard, Martin Rafael McCurtis, Megan Pete, Webster Gradney
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Movie
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Take a shot, then turn the phone and shit, give me that D'USSÉ dick (give that D'USSÉ dick)
'42, pour Azul, make me do some crazy shit (do some crazy shit)
F*cked him good, now he shakin', call that nigga crazy legs (crazy legs)
Mixin' blue with the green hundreds, that shit look like crazy bread (baow, baow)
That ain't my man, but that's my man, though, so watch your hands, ho (watch your hands ho)
He tryna holler when you ain't looking, just stop shakin' his hand, bro (shakin' his hand, bro)
Told that nigga give me the money, don't know what you playin' for
This expensive, don't be touchin' on what you ain't payin' for
Eat my coochie, let's make a movie, nigga (ah)
I'm talkin' ASMR, let me hear you chew it, nigga
The only L I hold got that V right there next to it
My pussy tight, but I might let him add some stretch to it (muah), ah
Tell her shake it, drop her friends off, and take her pants off
Tell him spend it, you ain't got no money, keep your hands off
Chain one-eighty, it's expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
I'm a boss, I could buy the same thing my man bought (ah)
Shake that booty (yeah, yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty (baow, baow)
Shake that booty, bitch (baow, baow, baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty (yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty, uh (shake that booty)
Shake that booty, bitch (baow, baow, baow-baow-baow), shake that
Told the bitch to shake her ass, told me put some ones on it
Told the bitch to kiss my ring, just don't put your tongue on it
Told the bitch bring a chair, I can put my guns on it
Told this bitch this belt Chanel so she know she can't pull on it
When the DJ play you back to back, this shit feel good, don't it?
Never trip about no politics, I know the hood want it
Order bottles, I don't even drink, I know the hood want it
Got my Glock inside the VIP, I wish you would want it
Bounce your booty, uh, uh, make a movie, bitch
Shake your boobies, uh, I'm like a groupie, bitch
That lil' bitch never turn down money, I don't give a f*ck who she with
The strip club got the best chicken wings, give me six
Tell her shake it, drop her friends off, and take her pants off
Tell him spend it, you ain't got no money, keep your hands off
Chain one-eighty, it's expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
I'm a boss, I could buy the same thing my man bought (ah)
Shake that booty (yeah, yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty (shake that booty)
Shake that booty, bitch (baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty (yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty, uh (shake that booty)
Shake that booty, bitch (ayy), shake that
All of that talkin' in circles, just save it (yeah)
I don't wanna flirt with you, nigga, just pay me (huh?)
He gotta go if he ain't comin' with it
Me and a broke nigga ain't getting entangled (ah)
I want a Birkin-'kin-'kin-'kin ('kin-'kin)
Finna find out that SSN
Do a nigga how he think he finna do me
Get what I want, then I go missing (ah)
He send a text, say he mad at me, why? (Why?)
He tryna FaceTime and you know I decline
I don't call you when you be with them hoes
So don't blow me up when you see I'm with mine (baow)
Thinking you player, she gon' air you out when she mad, hmm (spazz, nigga)
And I don't kiss you 'cause I know you eating ass, yeah (ah, ah, ah)
You getting beside yourself, find yourself 'fore I make you hide yourself
Who the f*ck pumpin' these bitches?
Bitches is ass just like they hydrogel (just like they hydrogel)
I see how your mama felt, finna go find my belt
Try pull my card and get dealt
Bad bitches get good gifts and that's word to the ride I'm in, ah
Tell her shake it, drop her friends off, and take her pants off
Tell him spend it, you ain't got no money, keep your hands off
Chain one-eighty, it's expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
I'm a boss, I could buy the same thing my man bought (ah)
Shake that booty (yeah, yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (shake that booty)
Shake that booty (baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty, bitch (yeah)
Shake that booty (shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty, bitch (shake that booty)
Shake that booty, uh (baow, baow, baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty, bitch
Shake that booty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shake that booty, bitch
Shake that booty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Take a shot, then turn the phone and shit, give me that D'USSÉ dick (give that D'USSÉ dick)
'42, pour Azul, make me do some crazy shit (do some crazy shit)
F*cked him good, now he shakin', call that nigga crazy legs (crazy legs)
Mixin' blue with the green hundreds, that shit look like crazy bread (baow, baow)
That ain't my man, but that's my man, though, so watch your hands, ho (watch your hands ho)
He tryna holler when you ain't looking, just stop shakin' his hand, bro (shakin' his hand, bro)
Told that nigga give me the money, don't know what you playin' for
This expensive, don't be touchin' on what you ain't payin' for
Eat my coochie, let's make a movie, nigga (ah)
I'm talkin' ASMR, let me hear you chew it, nigga
The only L I hold got that V right there next to it
My pussy tight, but I might let him add some stretch to it (muah), ah
Tell her shake it, drop her friends off, and take her pants off
Tell him spend it, you ain't got no money, keep your hands off
Chain one-eighty, it's expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
I'm a boss, I could buy the same thing my man bought (ah)
Shake that booty (yeah, yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty (baow, baow)
Shake that booty, bitch (baow, baow, baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty (yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty, uh (shake that booty)
Shake that booty, bitch (baow, baow, baow-baow-baow), shake that
Told the bitch to shake her ass, told me put some ones on it
Told the bitch to kiss my ring, just don't put your tongue on it
Told the bitch bring a chair, I can put my guns on it
Told this bitch this belt Chanel so she know she can't pull on it
When the DJ play you back to back, this shit feel good, don't it?
Never trip about no politics, I know the hood want it
Order bottles, I don't even drink, I know the hood want it
Got my Glock inside the VIP, I wish you would want it
Bounce your booty, uh, uh, make a movie, bitch
Shake your boobies, uh, I'm like a groupie, bitch
That lil' bitch never turn down money, I don't give a f*ck who she with
The strip club got the best chicken wings, give me six
Tell her shake it, drop her friends off, and take her pants off
Tell him spend it, you ain't got no money, keep your hands off
Chain one-eighty, it's expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
I'm a boss, I could buy the same thing my man bought (ah)
Shake that booty (yeah, yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty (shake that booty)
Shake that booty, bitch (baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty (yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty, uh (shake that booty)
Shake that booty, bitch (ayy), shake that
All of that talkin' in circles, just save it (yeah)
I don't wanna flirt with you, nigga, just pay me (huh?)
He gotta go if he ain't comin' with it
Me and a broke nigga ain't getting entangled (ah)
I want a Birkin-'kin-'kin-'kin ('kin-'kin)
Finna find out that SSN
Do a nigga how he think he finna do me
Get what I want, then I go missing (ah)
He send a text, say he mad at me, why? (Why?)
He tryna FaceTime and you know I decline
I don't call you when you be with them hoes
So don't blow me up when you see I'm with mine (baow)
Thinking you player, she gon' air you out when she mad, hmm (spazz, nigga)
And I don't kiss you 'cause I know you eating ass, yeah (ah, ah, ah)
You getting beside yourself, find yourself 'fore I make you hide yourself
Who the f*ck pumpin' these bitches?
Bitches is ass just like they hydrogel (just like they hydrogel)
I see how your mama felt, finna go find my belt
Try pull my card and get dealt
Bad bitches get good gifts and that's word to the ride I'm in, ah
Tell her shake it, drop her friends off, and take her pants off
Tell him spend it, you ain't got no money, keep your hands off
Chain one-eighty, it's expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
I'm a boss, I could buy the same thing my man bought (ah)
Shake that booty (yeah, yeah)
Shake that booty, bitch (shake that booty)
Shake that booty (baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty, bitch (yeah)
Shake that booty (shake that booty, bitch)
Shake that booty, bitch (shake that booty)
Shake that booty, uh (baow, baow, baow-baow-baow)
Shake that booty, bitch
Shake that booty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shake that booty, bitch
Shake that booty
Writer: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Durk Banks, Megan J. Pete
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.
Freaky Girls
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the f*ck up")
(Love it, man)
(Pop-pop that)
(Pop-pop that)
I'ma be your freak any time or place, any day of the week (pop-pop that)
Said I'ma let you hit it, I ain't scared, I ain't shy, it's cool with me (pop-pop that)
I'm lookin' for a thug who ain't scared of the pussy with a gangster lean (pop-pop that)
If you pull up and a nigga talkin' tough, better freak like me, yeah (pop-pop that)
Freaky bitch, I do this, suck it like I'm toothless (ah)
Your old bitch can't f*ck with me, you ain't teachin' me no new shit
Do you know who you dealin' with? (Huh?) Ain't convicted, but killin' shit (yeah)
Called the judge just to buy a car, I'm the flyest bitch on the dealership (uh)
Long legs, he intimated, Amazon, I'm elevated
Lil' people make lil' people, stallions breed prize babies
Eat it up for a while, baby, buck on it, I'm wild, baby
I ain't scared, let's take it there, I knew you was a crybaby (ah)
Bust that pussy wide, let him adventure inside
If my pussy was a beach, he get swept up by the tide (by the tide)
Any nigga I let hit it, they know Stalli is a vibe (vibe)
If I wasn't such a player, probably be somebody's wife
I'ma be your freak any time or place, any day of the week (pop-pop that)
Said I'ma let you hit it, I ain't scared, I ain't shy, it's cool with me (pop-pop that)
I'm lookin' for a thug who ain't scared of the pussy with a gangster lean (pop-pop that)
If you pull up and a nigga talkin' tough, better freak like me, yeah (pop-pop that)
I wouldn't call it mackin', I call it speakin' with passion
I don't call it seducin', I move on it, then I have it
Got sugar for the daddies who truly support my habits
Who buy the double-C's when I'm makin' A's in my classes (okay)
Why would I lie and say I wanna be your only one?
Knowin' that I'm young and gettin' to the money, havin' fun
Knowin' who I'm talkin' to, but watchin' him across the room
Knowin' when I'm on the Yak no tellin' what I'm finna do
A special kind of lady, not easily persuaded
Drive so many niggas crazy, I'm thinkin' Uber should pay me
So sophisticated, still writin' incarcerated
Niggas I was f*ckin' (baow), when he get out, he gon' bang it, huh
I'ma be your freak any time or place, any day of the week (pop-pop that)
Said I'ma let you hit it, I ain't scared, I ain't shy, it's cool with me (pop-pop that)
I'm lookin' for a thug who ain't scared of the pussy with a gangster lean (pop-pop that)
If you pull up and a nigga talkin' tough, better freak like me, yeah (pop-pop that)
(Love it man)
Freak, freak, freak like me (pop-pop that)
Freak, freak, a-freaky like
Freak, on it like a freak, like me, yeah, uh, a freak like (pop-pop that)
Me, yeah (pop-pop that)
Give me a freak, freaky, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, mmh-mmh, (pop-pop that)
Freaky, yeah, yeah (love it, man)
(Love it, man)
(Pop-pop that)
(Pop-pop that)
I'ma be your freak any time or place, any day of the week (pop-pop that)
Said I'ma let you hit it, I ain't scared, I ain't shy, it's cool with me (pop-pop that)
I'm lookin' for a thug who ain't scared of the pussy with a gangster lean (pop-pop that)
If you pull up and a nigga talkin' tough, better freak like me, yeah (pop-pop that)
Freaky bitch, I do this, suck it like I'm toothless (ah)
Your old bitch can't f*ck with me, you ain't teachin' me no new shit
Do you know who you dealin' with? (Huh?) Ain't convicted, but killin' shit (yeah)
Called the judge just to buy a car, I'm the flyest bitch on the dealership (uh)
Long legs, he intimated, Amazon, I'm elevated
Lil' people make lil' people, stallions breed prize babies
Eat it up for a while, baby, buck on it, I'm wild, baby
I ain't scared, let's take it there, I knew you was a crybaby (ah)
Bust that pussy wide, let him adventure inside
If my pussy was a beach, he get swept up by the tide (by the tide)
Any nigga I let hit it, they know Stalli is a vibe (vibe)
If I wasn't such a player, probably be somebody's wife
I'ma be your freak any time or place, any day of the week (pop-pop that)
Said I'ma let you hit it, I ain't scared, I ain't shy, it's cool with me (pop-pop that)
I'm lookin' for a thug who ain't scared of the pussy with a gangster lean (pop-pop that)
If you pull up and a nigga talkin' tough, better freak like me, yeah (pop-pop that)
I wouldn't call it mackin', I call it speakin' with passion
I don't call it seducin', I move on it, then I have it
Got sugar for the daddies who truly support my habits
Who buy the double-C's when I'm makin' A's in my classes (okay)
Why would I lie and say I wanna be your only one?
Knowin' that I'm young and gettin' to the money, havin' fun
Knowin' who I'm talkin' to, but watchin' him across the room
Knowin' when I'm on the Yak no tellin' what I'm finna do
A special kind of lady, not easily persuaded
Drive so many niggas crazy, I'm thinkin' Uber should pay me
So sophisticated, still writin' incarcerated
Niggas I was f*ckin' (baow), when he get out, he gon' bang it, huh
I'ma be your freak any time or place, any day of the week (pop-pop that)
Said I'ma let you hit it, I ain't scared, I ain't shy, it's cool with me (pop-pop that)
I'm lookin' for a thug who ain't scared of the pussy with a gangster lean (pop-pop that)
If you pull up and a nigga talkin' tough, better freak like me, yeah (pop-pop that)
(Love it man)
Freak, freak, freak like me (pop-pop that)
Freak, freak, a-freaky like
Freak, on it like a freak, like me, yeah, uh, a freak like (pop-pop that)
Me, yeah (pop-pop that)
Give me a freak, freaky, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, mmh-mmh, (pop-pop that)
Freaky, yeah, yeah (love it, man)
Writer: Eugene Leroy Jr. Hanes, Gary Lee Cooper, George Jr. Clinton, Jordan Houston, Loren Wilson Hill, Marc Douglas Valentine, Megan Jovon Pete, Solana Imani Rowe, William Earl Collins
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Body
Real hot girl shit
Ah
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (mwah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (ah, ah, ah ah)
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (mwah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Look at how I bodied that, ate it up and gave it back (ugh)
Yeah, you look good, but they still wanna know where Megan at (where Megan at?)
Saucy like a barbecue but you won't get your baby back
See me in that dress and he feel like he almost tasted that (ah, ah, ah)
Num, num, num, num, eat it up, foreplay, okay, three, two, one
You know I'm the hottest, you ain't ever gotta heat me up
I'm present when I'm absent, speakin' when I'm not there
All them bitches scary cats, I call 'em Carole Baskins, ah
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (ah, ah, ah)
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (ah, ah, ah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (baow, baow, baow)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (yeah, yeah)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (yeah, yeah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (ah, ah, ah, ah)
I'm a hot ebony, they gon' click it if it's me (if it's me)
All my bitches been gettin' these niggas through the quarantine (yeah)
Bitch, I'm very well, on my shit as you could tell
Any ho got beef from years ago is beefing by herself, ah, ah
If we took a trip on the real creep tip (yeah)
Bitch, rule number one is don't repeat that shit (don't repeat that shit)
Rule number two, if they all came with you
They better know exactly what the f*ck they came to do (yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (yeah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (yeah, yeah)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (yeah, yeah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (whoa, whoa)
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (ah, ah, ah)
The category is body, look at the way it's sittin' (yeah)
That ratio so out of control
That waist, that ass, them titties (that waist, that ass, them titties)
If I wasn't me and I would've see myself, I would have bought me a drink (hey)
Took me home, did me long, ate it with the panties on (ugh, ugh, ugh)
I could build a house with all the brick I got (yeah)
Bitches spend a lifetime tryna get this hot (tryna get this hot)
And if her head too big, I could make that pop
I'm not the one to play with like a touch-me-not, ah
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (ah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (ah)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (yeah, yeah, whoa)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (whoa, whoa)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (hey, hey, hey, ah)
Ody-ody-ody-ody
Mwah
Ah
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (mwah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (ah, ah, ah ah)
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (mwah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Look at how I bodied that, ate it up and gave it back (ugh)
Yeah, you look good, but they still wanna know where Megan at (where Megan at?)
Saucy like a barbecue but you won't get your baby back
See me in that dress and he feel like he almost tasted that (ah, ah, ah)
Num, num, num, num, eat it up, foreplay, okay, three, two, one
You know I'm the hottest, you ain't ever gotta heat me up
I'm present when I'm absent, speakin' when I'm not there
All them bitches scary cats, I call 'em Carole Baskins, ah
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (ah, ah, ah)
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (ah, ah, ah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (baow, baow, baow)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (yeah, yeah)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (yeah, yeah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (ah, ah, ah, ah)
I'm a hot ebony, they gon' click it if it's me (if it's me)
All my bitches been gettin' these niggas through the quarantine (yeah)
Bitch, I'm very well, on my shit as you could tell
Any ho got beef from years ago is beefing by herself, ah, ah
If we took a trip on the real creep tip (yeah)
Bitch, rule number one is don't repeat that shit (don't repeat that shit)
Rule number two, if they all came with you
They better know exactly what the f*ck they came to do (yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (yeah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (yeah, yeah)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (yeah, yeah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (whoa, whoa)
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (ah, ah, ah)
The category is body, look at the way it's sittin' (yeah)
That ratio so out of control
That waist, that ass, them titties (that waist, that ass, them titties)
If I wasn't me and I would've see myself, I would have bought me a drink (hey)
Took me home, did me long, ate it with the panties on (ugh, ugh, ugh)
I could build a house with all the brick I got (yeah)
Bitches spend a lifetime tryna get this hot (tryna get this hot)
And if her head too big, I could make that pop
I'm not the one to play with like a touch-me-not, ah
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (ah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (ah)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (yeah, yeah, whoa)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (whoa, whoa)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (hey, hey, hey, ah)
Ody-ody-ody-ody
Mwah
Writer: Christophe Petrel, Julian Mason, Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Whats New
Ayy, ayy, look
Badder than your favorite bad bitch (ah)
Turned the whole world into a savage (yeah)
Middle finger in all of my pictures
Just to remind y'all I ain't havin' it (f*ck y'all)
I'm the baddest bitch, who wanna fight about it?
Put 'em in the booth, I bet I'll take the title (baow-baow-baow)
All of these hoes my sheep
Mary had a little lamb, they was talkin' 'bout me, ayy (yeah)
Switched sides, so I switched back
Lotta I-owe-yous I ain't gettin' back (I ain't gettin' back)
Lotta shit I should've walked away from
But the hood bitch in me kept pullin' me back (bitch, what?)
Wish I would let a ho in my business, ayy (huh)
Quit askin' 'bout these niggas, look (bitch)
You don't wan' sip this tea (whoa, whoa)
If I give you the deets, you might get in your feelings, ah
Tell a hater, "F*ck you" (ah)
They keep comin', tellin' me these bitches mad, what's new?
All this ice around my neck got me feelin' too cool (hey, hey, yeah)
We was bangin' and he beat that pussy red, SuWoo (yeah, yeah)
Middle finger out the roof, tell a hater, "F*ck you" (ay, ay, ay, yeah)
They keep comin', tellin' me these bitches mad, what's new? (F*ck, f*ck, f*ck 'em)
All this ice around my neck got me feelin' too cool (burr)
We was bangin' and he beat that pussy red, SuWoo (baow, baow)
Middle finger out the roof (ayy), ah
Pull up Bentley, drop four-fifty
To make my car match with my feelings (car match with my feelings)
Y'all be hatin', I'm ridin' with Farris
To make sure none of y'all hoes come near me (none of y'all hoes come near me)
Bitch, stop cappin', that shit ain't exclusive (ah)
Y'all in the A buyin' shit from them boosters
I heard y'all niggas ain't buyin' them chains
Just takin' them pics, send it back to the jeweler, ah (ol' lame ass niggas)
Roll one deep, rock two C's
In my purse, I keep some G's (I keep some G's)
Ho, quit talkin' 'bout me to your man
'Cause that only make him more intrigued (make him more intrigued)
Bitch, you a bum, don't get a crumb
How you got cake and ain't f*ckin' for none?
I better not ever catch you talkin' shit (hey, hey)
If your bank account still attached to your mom's, ah
Tell a hater, "F*ck you"
They keep comin', tellin' me these bitches mad, what's new?
All this ice around my neck got me feelin' too cool (hey)
We was bangin' and he beat that pussy red, SuWoo (hey, hey, whoa, whoa)
Middle finger out the roof, tell a hater, "F*ck you" (f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
They keep comin', tellin' me these bitches mad, what's new?
All this ice around my neck got me feelin' too cool (too cool)
We was bangin' and he beat that pussy red, SuWoo (hey)
Middle finger out the roof, ah (hey, ayy)
These niggas love me 'cause I'm like that
Freaky, nasty, bite me, I'll bite back, ayy (bite back, ayy)
If I want a nigga gone, then he gone
I'm a real street bitch, so you know I can't type that, ayy (hey, yeah)
These hoes be thinkin' they me 'til them people wanna see
And they really gotta show up, ayy
Hangin' 'round niggas say he made me
You gon' suck a whole lotta dick tryna blow up, ayy (ah, ah)
I'm finna get mean in this bitch, ayy (yeah)
They think I'm weak in this bitch, ayy (they think I'm weak in this bitch)
Instead of me teachin' these hoes
I probably should've been readin' a bitch, ayy (readin' a bitch)
I'm a hundred, not fifty, ayy
Weak niggas never get me, ayy (nope)
Pussy niggas on the internet
Talkin' 'bout some pussy they ain't gettin', yeah (pussy)
Tell a hater, "F*ck you" (f*ck 'em)
They keep comin', tellin' me these bitches mad, what's new?
All this ice around my neck got me feelin' too cool (burr, burr, burr)
We was bangin' and he beat that pussy red, SuWoo (woo, woo)
Middle finger out the roof, ah
Badder than your favorite bad bitch (ah)
Turned the whole world into a savage (yeah)
Middle finger in all of my pictures
Just to remind y'all I ain't havin' it (f*ck y'all)
I'm the baddest bitch, who wanna fight about it?
Put 'em in the booth, I bet I'll take the title (baow-baow-baow)
All of these hoes my sheep
Mary had a little lamb, they was talkin' 'bout me, ayy (yeah)
Switched sides, so I switched back
Lotta I-owe-yous I ain't gettin' back (I ain't gettin' back)
Lotta shit I should've walked away from
But the hood bitch in me kept pullin' me back (bitch, what?)
Wish I would let a ho in my business, ayy (huh)
Quit askin' 'bout these niggas, look (bitch)
You don't wan' sip this tea (whoa, whoa)
If I give you the deets, you might get in your feelings, ah
Tell a hater, "F*ck you" (ah)
They keep comin', tellin' me these bitches mad, what's new?
All this ice around my neck got me feelin' too cool (hey, hey, yeah)
We was bangin' and he beat that pussy red, SuWoo (yeah, yeah)
Middle finger out the roof, tell a hater, "F*ck you" (ay, ay, ay, yeah)
They keep comin', tellin' me these bitches mad, what's new? (F*ck, f*ck, f*ck 'em)
All this ice around my neck got me feelin' too cool (burr)
We was bangin' and he beat that pussy red, SuWoo (baow, baow)
Middle finger out the roof (ayy), ah
Pull up Bentley, drop four-fifty
To make my car match with my feelings (car match with my feelings)
Y'all be hatin', I'm ridin' with Farris
To make sure none of y'all hoes come near me (none of y'all hoes come near me)
Bitch, stop cappin', that shit ain't exclusive (ah)
Y'all in the A buyin' shit from them boosters
I heard y'all niggas ain't buyin' them chains
Just takin' them pics, send it back to the jeweler, ah (ol' lame ass niggas)
Roll one deep, rock two C's
In my purse, I keep some G's (I keep some G's)
Ho, quit talkin' 'bout me to your man
'Cause that only make him more intrigued (make him more intrigued)
Bitch, you a bum, don't get a crumb
How you got cake and ain't f*ckin' for none?
I better not ever catch you talkin' shit (hey, hey)
If your bank account still attached to your mom's, ah
Tell a hater, "F*ck you"
They keep comin', tellin' me these bitches mad, what's new?
All this ice around my neck got me feelin' too cool (hey)
We was bangin' and he beat that pussy red, SuWoo (hey, hey, whoa, whoa)
Middle finger out the roof, tell a hater, "F*ck you" (f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
They keep comin', tellin' me these bitches mad, what's new?
All this ice around my neck got me feelin' too cool (too cool)
We was bangin' and he beat that pussy red, SuWoo (hey)
Middle finger out the roof, ah (hey, ayy)
These niggas love me 'cause I'm like that
Freaky, nasty, bite me, I'll bite back, ayy (bite back, ayy)
If I want a nigga gone, then he gone
I'm a real street bitch, so you know I can't type that, ayy (hey, yeah)
These hoes be thinkin' they me 'til them people wanna see
And they really gotta show up, ayy
Hangin' 'round niggas say he made me
You gon' suck a whole lotta dick tryna blow up, ayy (ah, ah)
I'm finna get mean in this bitch, ayy (yeah)
They think I'm weak in this bitch, ayy (they think I'm weak in this bitch)
Instead of me teachin' these hoes
I probably should've been readin' a bitch, ayy (readin' a bitch)
I'm a hundred, not fifty, ayy
Weak niggas never get me, ayy (nope)
Pussy niggas on the internet
Talkin' 'bout some pussy they ain't gettin', yeah (pussy)
Tell a hater, "F*ck you" (f*ck 'em)
They keep comin', tellin' me these bitches mad, what's new?
All this ice around my neck got me feelin' too cool (burr, burr, burr)
We was bangin' and he beat that pussy red, SuWoo (woo, woo)
Middle finger out the roof, ah
Writer: Donald Cody Tarpley, Megan Pete, Vincent J Van Den Ende
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Work That
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the f*ck up")
Real hot girl shit (Keep it Z3N)
Ayy
He like it when I work that, twerk that, serve that
And ride it like a rodeo
He like it when I lick that, sit down, look back
When I ride him like a rodeo
I got my tongue out like (ah), poke it out like (ah)
He lookin' like a snack, I'm tryna lick him like (ah)
I got my tongue out like (ah), poke it out like (ah)
He lookin' like a snack, I'm tryna lick him like (ah, ah)
Shake, shake that ass, make, make, make it nasty
Since you show it in your pictures, I'm gon' take, take that cash
They know Megan puttin' on for all the ratchet bitches (all the ratchet bitches)
And if you pop your pussy, boy, call it ratchet business, ayy, look
Bitch, touch them toes, ayy, bitch, get that dough
If you in love with your body, bitch, take off your clothes
I'ma ride him like a pro 'cause I ain't new to this shit
And I ain't never been a clown, but I'ma fool on the dick, ah
He like it when I work that, twerk that, serve that
And ride it like a rodeo
He like it when I lick that, sit down, look back
When I ride him like a rodeo
I got my tongue out like (ah), poke it out like (ah)
He lookin' like a snack, I'm tryna lick him like (ah)
I got my tongue out like (ah), poke it out like (ah)
He lookin' like a snack, I'm tryna lick him like (ayy, ayy, look, ah, ah)
I told him, "Brrt, stick it, wah-wah-wah, stick it"
Why you askin' if I like it when you know that you don't hear me?
All them big-mouth boys never last in it (never last in it)
I scream the loudest when I'm f*ckin' on a quiet nigga, ah, ah
Bounce it biggity, she not lit as me
No Nicole, but are you kidding me?
Look up bad bitch, I'm the epitome
Been real thick, I don't no need no Apetamin
Deadass be like are you shitting me?
I'm undead, ain't no bitch killing me
Hold that stick like I'm in a symphony (ayy)
For these simps, I have no sympathy
He like it when I work that, twerk that, serve that
And ride it like a rodeo
He like it when I lick that, sit down, look back
When I ride him like a rodeo
I got my tongue out like (ah), poke it out like (ah)
He lookin' like a snack, I'm tryna lick him like (ah)
I got my tongue out like (ah), poke it out like (ah)
He lookin' like a snack, I'm tryna lick him like (ah, ah)
Real hot girl shit
Ah, mwah
Baow, baow, baow
Brrt, stick it, wah-wah-wah, stick it
Wah-wah-wah, stick it, ah
Real hot girl shit (Keep it Z3N)
Ayy
He like it when I work that, twerk that, serve that
And ride it like a rodeo
He like it when I lick that, sit down, look back
When I ride him like a rodeo
I got my tongue out like (ah), poke it out like (ah)
He lookin' like a snack, I'm tryna lick him like (ah)
I got my tongue out like (ah), poke it out like (ah)
He lookin' like a snack, I'm tryna lick him like (ah, ah)
Shake, shake that ass, make, make, make it nasty
Since you show it in your pictures, I'm gon' take, take that cash
They know Megan puttin' on for all the ratchet bitches (all the ratchet bitches)
And if you pop your pussy, boy, call it ratchet business, ayy, look
Bitch, touch them toes, ayy, bitch, get that dough
If you in love with your body, bitch, take off your clothes
I'ma ride him like a pro 'cause I ain't new to this shit
And I ain't never been a clown, but I'ma fool on the dick, ah
He like it when I work that, twerk that, serve that
And ride it like a rodeo
He like it when I lick that, sit down, look back
When I ride him like a rodeo
I got my tongue out like (ah), poke it out like (ah)
He lookin' like a snack, I'm tryna lick him like (ah)
I got my tongue out like (ah), poke it out like (ah)
He lookin' like a snack, I'm tryna lick him like (ayy, ayy, look, ah, ah)
I told him, "Brrt, stick it, wah-wah-wah, stick it"
Why you askin' if I like it when you know that you don't hear me?
All them big-mouth boys never last in it (never last in it)
I scream the loudest when I'm f*ckin' on a quiet nigga, ah, ah
Bounce it biggity, she not lit as me
No Nicole, but are you kidding me?
Look up bad bitch, I'm the epitome
Been real thick, I don't no need no Apetamin
Deadass be like are you shitting me?
I'm undead, ain't no bitch killing me
Hold that stick like I'm in a symphony (ayy)
For these simps, I have no sympathy
He like it when I work that, twerk that, serve that
And ride it like a rodeo
He like it when I lick that, sit down, look back
When I ride him like a rodeo
I got my tongue out like (ah), poke it out like (ah)
He lookin' like a snack, I'm tryna lick him like (ah)
I got my tongue out like (ah), poke it out like (ah)
He lookin' like a snack, I'm tryna lick him like (ah, ah)
Real hot girl shit
Ah, mwah
Baow, baow, baow
Brrt, stick it, wah-wah-wah, stick it
Wah-wah-wah, stick it, ah
Writer: Andre Lyon, Damon Wimbley, Darren Robinson, Derrick Gray, Jermany James, Jordan Houston, Juan Guerrieri-Maril, Marcello Valenzano, Mark Morales, Megan Pete, Robert Kelly, Terius Gray
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Intercourse
Gyal, yuh pussy good from birth
Wan' you bend it over, yeah, in dem skirt
Gyal, you full ah energy like dancehall concert (weh, haha)
Good sex is all you get
I love to see you get wet (woii oii)
Chuh, weh (Mustard on the beat, ho)
Ayy
Gyal, yuh tight pussy tie me
Yuh vagina so tiny
Call di iPhone any time yuh horny
Popskull ah f*ck you grimy
Cock it up inna di back ah di Ferrari
Me beat up yuh pussy, me bruise it, scar it
You are a blessing to my life, baby, mmh
Badman turn her out, squeeze her up
Long cocky gon' full her up
Hand cuff, but me nuh hold her up
Her best friend ah call, but she don't wan' cut
Love when me feel her up
Finger inna di pussy, dat ah pre-warmup
Gyal, mi sperm thick, me feed pon walnut
Haha (ayy)
Sexual intercourse
Sexual, sexual
Sexual intercourse
Sexual, sexual (woii oii)
Ayy (weh)
When it come to body, nobody bodyin' me
Mixin' weed with the liquor, creatin' the chemistry
Takin' shots back to back of the white Hennessy
I'm about what I say, so please do not tempt me, ayy
I'm so for real, I came no panties when he asked me to chill
I never gave a f*ck 'bout what them other girls sayin'
I just wanna know if the dick really hangin'
You ain't gotta sugarcoat shit 'less you're lickin' on me
If that's the case, you need to get the liquor and the honey
Body right, pussy tight, come and put it on me
Sendin' pics to your phone so you're never lonely
Baby, I can take the trip with or without ya
Been a fly bitch way before I found you
Stamps in my passport, can't even count them
All my bitches with me, so I can't leave without them
Baby, why don't we go to Montego?
Let you put your hook in my bumper like a repo
I'm tryna do some real freaky shit, only we know
Treat my body like some oxtails, lick your fingers
Put that cocky on my batty, give me spit to make it sloppy
Look me in my eyes and tell me what you like about me
I'm doin' what I got to do for you to make me wifey
Take me where the temperature is hotter than a hottie
Turn her out, squeeze her up
Long cocky gon' full her up
Hand cuff, but me nuh hold her up
Her best friend ah call, but she don't wan' cut
Love when me feel her up
Finger inna di pussy, dat ah pre-warmup
Gyal, mi sperm thick, me feed pon walnut
Haha (ayy)
Sexual intercourse
Sexual, sexual
Sexual intercourse
Sexual, sexual (woii oii, weh)
Sexual intercourse
Sexual, sexual (weh)
Sexual intercourse
Sexual, sexual (weh)
(I am di business)
Wan' you bend it over, yeah, in dem skirt
Gyal, you full ah energy like dancehall concert (weh, haha)
Good sex is all you get
I love to see you get wet (woii oii)
Chuh, weh (Mustard on the beat, ho)
Ayy
Gyal, yuh tight pussy tie me
Yuh vagina so tiny
Call di iPhone any time yuh horny
Popskull ah f*ck you grimy
Cock it up inna di back ah di Ferrari
Me beat up yuh pussy, me bruise it, scar it
You are a blessing to my life, baby, mmh
Badman turn her out, squeeze her up
Long cocky gon' full her up
Hand cuff, but me nuh hold her up
Her best friend ah call, but she don't wan' cut
Love when me feel her up
Finger inna di pussy, dat ah pre-warmup
Gyal, mi sperm thick, me feed pon walnut
Haha (ayy)
Sexual intercourse
Sexual, sexual
Sexual intercourse
Sexual, sexual (woii oii)
Ayy (weh)
When it come to body, nobody bodyin' me
Mixin' weed with the liquor, creatin' the chemistry
Takin' shots back to back of the white Hennessy
I'm about what I say, so please do not tempt me, ayy
I'm so for real, I came no panties when he asked me to chill
I never gave a f*ck 'bout what them other girls sayin'
I just wanna know if the dick really hangin'
You ain't gotta sugarcoat shit 'less you're lickin' on me
If that's the case, you need to get the liquor and the honey
Body right, pussy tight, come and put it on me
Sendin' pics to your phone so you're never lonely
Baby, I can take the trip with or without ya
Been a fly bitch way before I found you
Stamps in my passport, can't even count them
All my bitches with me, so I can't leave without them
Baby, why don't we go to Montego?
Let you put your hook in my bumper like a repo
I'm tryna do some real freaky shit, only we know
Treat my body like some oxtails, lick your fingers
Put that cocky on my batty, give me spit to make it sloppy
Look me in my eyes and tell me what you like about me
I'm doin' what I got to do for you to make me wifey
Take me where the temperature is hotter than a hottie
Turn her out, squeeze her up
Long cocky gon' full her up
Hand cuff, but me nuh hold her up
Her best friend ah call, but she don't wan' cut
Love when me feel her up
Finger inna di pussy, dat ah pre-warmup
Gyal, mi sperm thick, me feed pon walnut
Haha (ayy)
Sexual intercourse
Sexual, sexual
Sexual intercourse
Sexual, sexual (woii oii, weh)
Sexual intercourse
Sexual, sexual (weh)
Sexual intercourse
Sexual, sexual (weh)
(I am di business)
Writer: Megan Pete, Andrae Sutherland, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Go Crazy
Yeah
Ah
Real hot girl shit
Mwah
Okay, the hate turned me to a monster, so I guess I'm evil now (I'm evil now)
Woke up and I blacked out everything so I can see it now (see it now)
I'm on that demon time, it's only right I cop the Hellcat (skrrt)
They always hit me where it hurt, but this time, I felt that (ow)
Why I gotta prove myself to bitches that I'm better than? (Huh?)
As if I wasn't at radio stations goin' Super Saiyan (Super Saiyan)
As if this f*ckin' body isn't everything they buyin' ('hing they buyin')
And as if a nigga didn't shoot me and they pickin' sides (baow-baow-baow)
I'll be back, I'm 'bout to go crazy
I ain't pullin' up 'less them hoes finna pay me ('less them hoes finna pay me)
Bitch, I'm the shit, and I ain't gotta prove it (I ain't gotta prove it)
Finna go dumb since these hoes think I'm stupid
I'm 'bout to go crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey)
I'm 'bout to crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey)
Bitch, I'm 'bout to go (go)
I hit once, I hit twice, now it's a habit, I go Cassius (whoa, whoa)
Your ex nigga made you crazy, this dick make you psychopathic (straight up)
If the sextape leak and everyone see, know it's gon' be a classic (classic)
But don't forget how quick I'll crop you out and change the caption (quick)
Strictly raised by pimpin', not by simpin', show no sympathy
If they hate you for being you, they not secure in they identity (damn)
Me, myself, and I, she treat me like the Holy Trinity (whoa)
F*ck a Birkin, give you a business, boss you up, now you can buy ten of these
(What we doin'?) Shit, whatever I say
Run your city, now it's mine for however long I stay
Bitch play me, well, that's my bad for ever lettin' her play
My mama prayin' for me, she better pray for whoever in my way (boy)
Now how many besties done upped and left me? (Huh?)
Who claimed they my dawg and just my pet peeves (huh?)
Who tried to double back and triple-text me
F*ck I look like stressin' over these hoes that stress me? Lil' bitch
I'll be back, I'm 'bout to go crazy
I ain't pullin' up 'less them hoes finna pay me ('less them hoes finna pay me)
Bitch, I'm the shit, and I ain't gotta prove it (I ain't gotta prove it)
Finna go dumb since these hoes think I'm stupid
I'm 'bout to go crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey)
I'm 'bout to crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey)
Bitch, I'm 'bout to go crazy (ayy)
A bitch can't me check me, can't disrespect me (shh)
A shot can't hit me if it's sent indirectly
Hoes can't see me with this rap and the fashion
Bitch, you know I'm fire, you can't drag a dragon (ah)
I used to be patient
Now I'm on some ski mask shit, bitch, I'm anxious (yeah)
Hoes talkin' cash shit, but can't make a payment (what?)
Carnivore, I'ma eat up any bitch who play me
Forty-inch long black weave like Morticia (yeah)
Applyin' so much pressure to these hoes, they gettin' blisters (gettin' blisters)
I'ma buy it twice so my shoes got sisters (got sisters)
I only want a nigga on my birthdays and Christmas
Mean girl, I ain't lettin' bitches sit with us
I'll be back, I'm 'bout to go crazy
I ain't pullin' up 'less them hoes finna pay me ('less them hoes finna pay me)
Bitch, I'm the shit, and I ain't gotta prove it (I ain't gotta prove shit)
Finna go dumb since these hoes think I'm stupid
I'm 'bout to go crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey)
I'm 'bout to crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey)
Bitch (2 Chainz), I'm 'bout to go crazy
Tony 'bout to go ignorant, rich with the benefits
Crook in my dick, shit lookin' like ten to six
Used to hit the dealership, now they makin' dropoffs
Stars in my roof, I don't have to take the top off (gone)
County going crazy (crazy), have your ass knocked off
Charm on my neck lookin' like a f*ckin' softball (woo)
Your ho just left (left), yeah, she a southpaw
Ass so fat, man, them folk gon' try to outlaw (outlaw)
Megan, what's poppin'? You already know the topic
Let me see you scrub the ground, let me see you touch the carpet (carpet)
Still throwin' bands during a pandemic ('demic)
Smokin' on raw paper with my strand in it
I'll be back, I'm 'bout to go crazy
I ain't pullin' up 'less them hoes finna pay me ('less them hoes finna pay me)
Bitch, I'm the shit, and I ain't gotta prove it (I ain't gotta prove it)
Finna go dumb since these hoes think I'm stupid
I'm 'bout to go crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey)
I'm 'bout to crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey)
Bitch, I'm 'bout to go crazy
Ah
Real hot girl shit
Mwah
Okay, the hate turned me to a monster, so I guess I'm evil now (I'm evil now)
Woke up and I blacked out everything so I can see it now (see it now)
I'm on that demon time, it's only right I cop the Hellcat (skrrt)
They always hit me where it hurt, but this time, I felt that (ow)
Why I gotta prove myself to bitches that I'm better than? (Huh?)
As if I wasn't at radio stations goin' Super Saiyan (Super Saiyan)
As if this f*ckin' body isn't everything they buyin' ('hing they buyin')
And as if a nigga didn't shoot me and they pickin' sides (baow-baow-baow)
I'll be back, I'm 'bout to go crazy
I ain't pullin' up 'less them hoes finna pay me ('less them hoes finna pay me)
Bitch, I'm the shit, and I ain't gotta prove it (I ain't gotta prove it)
Finna go dumb since these hoes think I'm stupid
I'm 'bout to go crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey)
I'm 'bout to crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey)
Bitch, I'm 'bout to go (go)
I hit once, I hit twice, now it's a habit, I go Cassius (whoa, whoa)
Your ex nigga made you crazy, this dick make you psychopathic (straight up)
If the sextape leak and everyone see, know it's gon' be a classic (classic)
But don't forget how quick I'll crop you out and change the caption (quick)
Strictly raised by pimpin', not by simpin', show no sympathy
If they hate you for being you, they not secure in they identity (damn)
Me, myself, and I, she treat me like the Holy Trinity (whoa)
F*ck a Birkin, give you a business, boss you up, now you can buy ten of these
(What we doin'?) Shit, whatever I say
Run your city, now it's mine for however long I stay
Bitch play me, well, that's my bad for ever lettin' her play
My mama prayin' for me, she better pray for whoever in my way (boy)
Now how many besties done upped and left me? (Huh?)
Who claimed they my dawg and just my pet peeves (huh?)
Who tried to double back and triple-text me
F*ck I look like stressin' over these hoes that stress me? Lil' bitch
I'll be back, I'm 'bout to go crazy
I ain't pullin' up 'less them hoes finna pay me ('less them hoes finna pay me)
Bitch, I'm the shit, and I ain't gotta prove it (I ain't gotta prove it)
Finna go dumb since these hoes think I'm stupid
I'm 'bout to go crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey)
I'm 'bout to crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey)
Bitch, I'm 'bout to go crazy (ayy)
A bitch can't me check me, can't disrespect me (shh)
A shot can't hit me if it's sent indirectly
Hoes can't see me with this rap and the fashion
Bitch, you know I'm fire, you can't drag a dragon (ah)
I used to be patient
Now I'm on some ski mask shit, bitch, I'm anxious (yeah)
Hoes talkin' cash shit, but can't make a payment (what?)
Carnivore, I'ma eat up any bitch who play me
Forty-inch long black weave like Morticia (yeah)
Applyin' so much pressure to these hoes, they gettin' blisters (gettin' blisters)
I'ma buy it twice so my shoes got sisters (got sisters)
I only want a nigga on my birthdays and Christmas
Mean girl, I ain't lettin' bitches sit with us
I'll be back, I'm 'bout to go crazy
I ain't pullin' up 'less them hoes finna pay me ('less them hoes finna pay me)
Bitch, I'm the shit, and I ain't gotta prove it (I ain't gotta prove shit)
Finna go dumb since these hoes think I'm stupid
I'm 'bout to go crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey)
I'm 'bout to crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey)
Bitch (2 Chainz), I'm 'bout to go crazy
Tony 'bout to go ignorant, rich with the benefits
Crook in my dick, shit lookin' like ten to six
Used to hit the dealership, now they makin' dropoffs
Stars in my roof, I don't have to take the top off (gone)
County going crazy (crazy), have your ass knocked off
Charm on my neck lookin' like a f*ckin' softball (woo)
Your ho just left (left), yeah, she a southpaw
Ass so fat, man, them folk gon' try to outlaw (outlaw)
Megan, what's poppin'? You already know the topic
Let me see you scrub the ground, let me see you touch the carpet (carpet)
Still throwin' bands during a pandemic ('demic)
Smokin' on raw paper with my strand in it
I'll be back, I'm 'bout to go crazy
I ain't pullin' up 'less them hoes finna pay me ('less them hoes finna pay me)
Bitch, I'm the shit, and I ain't gotta prove it (I ain't gotta prove it)
Finna go dumb since these hoes think I'm stupid
I'm 'bout to go crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey)
I'm 'bout to crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Crazy, crazy (hey, hey, hey)
Bitch, I'm 'bout to go crazy
Writer: Alphonso Mizell, Anthony Criss, Benjamin Lasnier, Berry Gordy, Deke Richards, Freddie Perren, Jonathan Rotem, Keir Gist, Megan Pete, Nicki Pooyandeh, Sean Michael, Leonard Anderson, Tauheed Epps, Vincent Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Dont Rock Me to Sleep
(Yeah, yeah)
(Just come get all your stuff)
(I guess my love ain't good enough)
(Yeah)
Just come get all your stuff
I guess my love ain't good enough
You act so hard with me
But I just saw you in a picture lookin' soft with her
Be calm if you wanna get along with me
Way you talk, really think it's something wrong with me
Why I feel like I gotta share you with the city?
You don't even make a bitch feel like she pretty
Make a bitch feel like she pretty
Kiss me in the middle of the party when it's litty
Remember who you belong to when they friendly
I shouldn't have to teach you somethin' you should be feelin'
Don't rock me to sleep
Skip to the part that you really mean, yeah
Don't rock me to sleep
Baby, just say what you really mean
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Don't rock me to sleep
Skip to the part that you really mean, yeah
Don't rock me to sleep
Baby, just say what you really mean
It's been about six months
Since I threw out all your stuff
You never stood a chance with me
Now it's looking like you're way better off with her
Hair grown, money long, now I'm in the city
All my friends like, "Girl, what you doin' different?"
Guess that f*ckboy-free glow hittin'
Waist snatched, ass fat, feelin' real pretty
Yeah, feelin' real pretty
And my new boo got me feelin' real pretty
Hold my hand everywhere so they know he with me
He don't wan' fight, he just wan' fix it
Don't rock me to sleep
Skip to the part that you really mean, yeah
Don't rock me to sleep
Baby, just say what you really mean
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Don't rock me to sleep
Skip to the part that you really mean, yeah
Don't rock me to sleep
Baby, just say what you really mean
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
La, la-la-la
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
La, la-la-la
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by
(Just come get all your stuff)
(I guess my love ain't good enough)
(Yeah)
Just come get all your stuff
I guess my love ain't good enough
You act so hard with me
But I just saw you in a picture lookin' soft with her
Be calm if you wanna get along with me
Way you talk, really think it's something wrong with me
Why I feel like I gotta share you with the city?
You don't even make a bitch feel like she pretty
Make a bitch feel like she pretty
Kiss me in the middle of the party when it's litty
Remember who you belong to when they friendly
I shouldn't have to teach you somethin' you should be feelin'
Don't rock me to sleep
Skip to the part that you really mean, yeah
Don't rock me to sleep
Baby, just say what you really mean
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Don't rock me to sleep
Skip to the part that you really mean, yeah
Don't rock me to sleep
Baby, just say what you really mean
It's been about six months
Since I threw out all your stuff
You never stood a chance with me
Now it's looking like you're way better off with her
Hair grown, money long, now I'm in the city
All my friends like, "Girl, what you doin' different?"
Guess that f*ckboy-free glow hittin'
Waist snatched, ass fat, feelin' real pretty
Yeah, feelin' real pretty
And my new boo got me feelin' real pretty
Hold my hand everywhere so they know he with me
He don't wan' fight, he just wan' fix it
Don't rock me to sleep
Skip to the part that you really mean, yeah
Don't rock me to sleep
Baby, just say what you really mean
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Don't rock me to sleep
Skip to the part that you really mean, yeah
Don't rock me to sleep
Baby, just say what you really mean
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
La, la-la-la
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
La, la-la-la
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by
Writer: Megan Pete, Vincent van den Ende, Lennard Vink
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Outside
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the f*ck up")
Real hot girl shit
Ah
We outside, ayy
I got every purse, every color, shout out to my ex-nigga
Thinkin' 'bout what I want now from my next nigga
Same background, now them bitches know I'm stayin' with you
Flew me out to Turks just to flirt, we ain't takin' pictures (mwah)
We can keep it low, nobody gotta know
If you ain't want a pimp, then what you f*ckin' with me for?
I know them other bitches probably say they ain't like other bitches
But I guarantee it's something 'bout me that be breakin' niggas (hey, ah)
I ain't for the streets, 'cause bitch, I am the street
And I ain't on these niggas, all these niggas be on me
And I'ma be outside 'til I don't wanna be
And I'ma show this ass 'cause it's what they wanna see, look
I ain't for the streets, 'cause bitch, I am the street
And I ain't on these niggas, all these niggas be on me
And I'ma be outside 'til I don't wanna be
And I'ma show this ass 'cause it's what they wanna see, ayy
Put the car in my name so I know it's real
Buy me the same chain that you got when you say, "Let's chill"
I know how much that cost, them diamonds in your mouth
I told him buy the house, but don't be comin' in and out
Baby, can you tell me have you ever heard of polygamy?
It's only me and you, but I got many personalities
Sometimes I like to shop, sometimes I like to bop (yeah)
Sometimes I like it from the back, sometimes I be on top
I keep tellin' niggas
I ain't for the streets, 'cause bitch, I am the street
And I ain't on these niggas, all these niggas be on me
And I'ma be outside 'til I don't wanna be
And I'ma show this ass 'cause it's what they wanna see, look
I ain't for the streets, 'cause bitch, I am the street
And I ain't on these niggas, all these niggas be on me
And I'ma be outside 'til I don't wanna be
And I'ma show this ass 'cause it's what they wanna see
I checked your bitch out and she basic, that's why she hatin'
She rock designer, but it's old, that shit is dated
I'm rockin' new runway Gianni, Versace hottie
And anything that come behind me is f*ckin' sloppy (ah, ah, ah)
Every day I switch it up, I give 'em looks (looks)
I switch my hair up just to f*ck, we be havin' fun (havin' fun)
I ask him do he want a blonde? Do he want a redhead? (A redhead)
I can switch my shit to blue or I can wear my real hair (yeah, ah)
I keep tellin' niggas
I ain't for the streets, 'cause bitch, I am the street
And I ain't on these niggas, all these niggas be on me
And I'ma be outside 'til I don't wanna be
And I'ma show this ass 'cause it's what they wanna see, look
I ain't for the streets, 'cause bitch, I am the street
And I ain't on these niggas, all these niggas be on me
And I'ma be outside 'til I don't wanna be
And I'ma show this ass 'cause it's what they wanna see
Ah, ah
We outside
Real hot girl shit
Ah
We outside, ayy
I got every purse, every color, shout out to my ex-nigga
Thinkin' 'bout what I want now from my next nigga
Same background, now them bitches know I'm stayin' with you
Flew me out to Turks just to flirt, we ain't takin' pictures (mwah)
We can keep it low, nobody gotta know
If you ain't want a pimp, then what you f*ckin' with me for?
I know them other bitches probably say they ain't like other bitches
But I guarantee it's something 'bout me that be breakin' niggas (hey, ah)
I ain't for the streets, 'cause bitch, I am the street
And I ain't on these niggas, all these niggas be on me
And I'ma be outside 'til I don't wanna be
And I'ma show this ass 'cause it's what they wanna see, look
I ain't for the streets, 'cause bitch, I am the street
And I ain't on these niggas, all these niggas be on me
And I'ma be outside 'til I don't wanna be
And I'ma show this ass 'cause it's what they wanna see, ayy
Put the car in my name so I know it's real
Buy me the same chain that you got when you say, "Let's chill"
I know how much that cost, them diamonds in your mouth
I told him buy the house, but don't be comin' in and out
Baby, can you tell me have you ever heard of polygamy?
It's only me and you, but I got many personalities
Sometimes I like to shop, sometimes I like to bop (yeah)
Sometimes I like it from the back, sometimes I be on top
I keep tellin' niggas
I ain't for the streets, 'cause bitch, I am the street
And I ain't on these niggas, all these niggas be on me
And I'ma be outside 'til I don't wanna be
And I'ma show this ass 'cause it's what they wanna see, look
I ain't for the streets, 'cause bitch, I am the street
And I ain't on these niggas, all these niggas be on me
And I'ma be outside 'til I don't wanna be
And I'ma show this ass 'cause it's what they wanna see
I checked your bitch out and she basic, that's why she hatin'
She rock designer, but it's old, that shit is dated
I'm rockin' new runway Gianni, Versace hottie
And anything that come behind me is f*ckin' sloppy (ah, ah, ah)
Every day I switch it up, I give 'em looks (looks)
I switch my hair up just to f*ck, we be havin' fun (havin' fun)
I ask him do he want a blonde? Do he want a redhead? (A redhead)
I can switch my shit to blue or I can wear my real hair (yeah, ah)
I keep tellin' niggas
I ain't for the streets, 'cause bitch, I am the street
And I ain't on these niggas, all these niggas be on me
And I'ma be outside 'til I don't wanna be
And I'ma show this ass 'cause it's what they wanna see, look
I ain't for the streets, 'cause bitch, I am the street
And I ain't on these niggas, all these niggas be on me
And I'ma be outside 'til I don't wanna be
And I'ma show this ass 'cause it's what they wanna see
Ah, ah
We outside
Writer: Megan Pete, Michel'le Toussant, Andre Bolton, Andre Young, Jordan Michael Houston
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Savage Remix
[Beyoncé]
Queen B, want no smoke with me (Okay)
Been turnt, this motherf*cker up eight hundred degree (Yeah)
My whole team eat, chef's kiss, she's a treat (Mwah)
Ooh, she so bougie, bougie, bon appétit
[Megan Thee Stallion, Beyoncé & Both]
I'm a savage (Yeah), attitude nasty (Yeah, ah)
Talk big shit, but my bank account match it (Ooh)
Hood, but I'm classy, rich, but I'm ratchet (Oh, ah)
Haters kept my name in they mouth, now they gaggin' (Ah, ah)
Bougie, he say, "The way that thang move, it's a movie" (Ooh-oh)
I told that boy, "We gotta keep it low, leave me the room key" (Ooh-oh)
I done bled the block and now it's hot, bitch, I'm Tunechi (Ooh-oh)
A mood and I'm moody, ah
[Megan Thee Stallion & Beyoncé]
I'm a savage, yeah (Okay)
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Okay)
Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah (Hey, hey, nasty)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, woah, woah, what's happening?)
Bitch, what's happening? (Woah, woah, okay)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah (Okay)
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Ratchet)
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Nasty)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, ooh-oh)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, ooh-oh)
[Beyoncé]
Hips TikTok when I dance (Dance)
On that Demon Time, she might start a OnlyFans (OnlyFans)
Big B and that B stand for bands
If you wanna see some real ass, baby, here's your chance
I say, left cheek, right cheek, drop it low, then swang (Swang)
Texas up in this thang (Thang), put you up on this game (Game)
IVY PARK on my frame (Frame), gang, gang, gang, gang (Gang)
If you don't jump to put jeans on, baby, you don't feel my pain (Hol' up)
Please don't get me hype (I'm hype), write my name in ice (Ice, ice, ice)
Can't argue with these lazy bitches, I just raise my price
I'm a boss, I'm a leader, I pull up in my two-seater
And my mama was a savage, nigga, got this shit from Tina
[Megan Thee Stallion, Beyoncé & Both]
I'm a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Ratchet, yeah)
Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah (Okay)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Ah)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ah, what's up?)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, okay)
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Ooh, ooh, okay)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, ah)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, ah)
[Megan Thee Stallion, Beyoncé & Both]
Like Beyoncé, like me (Like me)
He want a bitch like the Stallion with the knees (With the knees)
He be like, "Damn, how that thang movin' in them jeans?" (Yeah, yeah, them jeans)
Ayy, even D4L couldn't do it like me, like me
Ooh, ah, ooh
I done got this body ready just for you
Girl, I hope he don't catch me messin' 'round with you
Talkin' to myself in the mirror like, "Bitch, you my boo"
I'm the shit, ooh
I need a mop to clean the floor, it's too much drip, ooh
I keep a knot, I keep a watch, I keep a whip, ooh (Keep it real, ooh)
Let's play a game, Simon says I'm still that bitch, ayy
I'm still that bitch, yuh (Ah)
[Megan Thee Stallion, Beyoncé & Both]
I'm a savage, yeah (Okay)
Classy, bougie, ratchet (Okay)
Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Ah, what's up?)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ah, what's up?)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yuh (Okay)
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, okay)
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Ooh, ooh)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Ooh, ooh, ah)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, ah)
[Beyoncé & Megan Thee Stallion]
I heard they askin' for the Queen, they brought some cameras in here
I'm a bad bitch, she's a savage, no comparison here
I'ma flip my hair and look back while I twerk in the mirror
All this money in the room, think some scammers in here
I'm comin' straight up out that Third, I whip the whip like I stirred it (Stirred)
Woodgrain, we swervin', keepin' his mind all on these curves (Uh)
Coupe fly like a bird (Bird), cold on 'em like, "Brrr" (Ice)
Always keep my words, no, I don't do crosswords
Stallion when I ride, he like them hot girls with them hips, ah (Skrrt, skrrt)
I hopped that shit, the way I hopped out and slid, ah (Skrrt, skrrt)
I pop my shit, now watch me pop up again, ah (Woah)
I mop the floor, now watch me sweep up these Ms, 'cause I- (Ah)
[Megan Thee Stallion, Beyoncé & Both]
I'm a savage, yeah (Savage, okay)
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Okay)
Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah (Nasty)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (What's happening? What's up?)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ah, what's up?)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah (Okay, I'm a savage)
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, okay, bitch)
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Yeah, yeah, nasty)
Acting stupid (Woah), what's happening? (What's happening?)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, what's happening?)
[Beyoncé]
I'm a savage
It's Thee Stallion and the B
H-Town, goin' down
Queen B, want no smoke with me (Okay)
Been turnt, this motherf*cker up eight hundred degree (Yeah)
My whole team eat, chef's kiss, she's a treat (Mwah)
Ooh, she so bougie, bougie, bon appétit
[Megan Thee Stallion, Beyoncé & Both]
I'm a savage (Yeah), attitude nasty (Yeah, ah)
Talk big shit, but my bank account match it (Ooh)
Hood, but I'm classy, rich, but I'm ratchet (Oh, ah)
Haters kept my name in they mouth, now they gaggin' (Ah, ah)
Bougie, he say, "The way that thang move, it's a movie" (Ooh-oh)
I told that boy, "We gotta keep it low, leave me the room key" (Ooh-oh)
I done bled the block and now it's hot, bitch, I'm Tunechi (Ooh-oh)
A mood and I'm moody, ah
[Megan Thee Stallion & Beyoncé]
I'm a savage, yeah (Okay)
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Okay)
Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah (Hey, hey, nasty)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, woah, woah, what's happening?)
Bitch, what's happening? (Woah, woah, okay)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah (Okay)
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Ratchet)
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Nasty)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, ooh-oh)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, ooh-oh)
[Beyoncé]
Hips TikTok when I dance (Dance)
On that Demon Time, she might start a OnlyFans (OnlyFans)
Big B and that B stand for bands
If you wanna see some real ass, baby, here's your chance
I say, left cheek, right cheek, drop it low, then swang (Swang)
Texas up in this thang (Thang), put you up on this game (Game)
IVY PARK on my frame (Frame), gang, gang, gang, gang (Gang)
If you don't jump to put jeans on, baby, you don't feel my pain (Hol' up)
Please don't get me hype (I'm hype), write my name in ice (Ice, ice, ice)
Can't argue with these lazy bitches, I just raise my price
I'm a boss, I'm a leader, I pull up in my two-seater
And my mama was a savage, nigga, got this shit from Tina
[Megan Thee Stallion, Beyoncé & Both]
I'm a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Ratchet, yeah)
Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah (Okay)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Ah)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ah, what's up?)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, okay)
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Ooh, ooh, okay)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, ah)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, ah)
[Megan Thee Stallion, Beyoncé & Both]
Like Beyoncé, like me (Like me)
He want a bitch like the Stallion with the knees (With the knees)
He be like, "Damn, how that thang movin' in them jeans?" (Yeah, yeah, them jeans)
Ayy, even D4L couldn't do it like me, like me
Ooh, ah, ooh
I done got this body ready just for you
Girl, I hope he don't catch me messin' 'round with you
Talkin' to myself in the mirror like, "Bitch, you my boo"
I'm the shit, ooh
I need a mop to clean the floor, it's too much drip, ooh
I keep a knot, I keep a watch, I keep a whip, ooh (Keep it real, ooh)
Let's play a game, Simon says I'm still that bitch, ayy
I'm still that bitch, yuh (Ah)
[Megan Thee Stallion, Beyoncé & Both]
I'm a savage, yeah (Okay)
Classy, bougie, ratchet (Okay)
Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Ah, what's up?)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ah, what's up?)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yuh (Okay)
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, okay)
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Ooh, ooh)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Ooh, ooh, ah)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, ah)
[Beyoncé & Megan Thee Stallion]
I heard they askin' for the Queen, they brought some cameras in here
I'm a bad bitch, she's a savage, no comparison here
I'ma flip my hair and look back while I twerk in the mirror
All this money in the room, think some scammers in here
I'm comin' straight up out that Third, I whip the whip like I stirred it (Stirred)
Woodgrain, we swervin', keepin' his mind all on these curves (Uh)
Coupe fly like a bird (Bird), cold on 'em like, "Brrr" (Ice)
Always keep my words, no, I don't do crosswords
Stallion when I ride, he like them hot girls with them hips, ah (Skrrt, skrrt)
I hopped that shit, the way I hopped out and slid, ah (Skrrt, skrrt)
I pop my shit, now watch me pop up again, ah (Woah)
I mop the floor, now watch me sweep up these Ms, 'cause I- (Ah)
[Megan Thee Stallion, Beyoncé & Both]
I'm a savage, yeah (Savage, okay)
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Okay)
Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah (Nasty)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (What's happening? What's up?)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ah, what's up?)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah (Okay, I'm a savage)
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, okay, bitch)
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Yeah, yeah, nasty)
Acting stupid (Woah), what's happening? (What's happening?)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, what's happening?)
[Beyoncé]
I'm a savage
It's Thee Stallion and the B
H-Town, goin' down
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Girls in the Hood
F*ck bein' good, I'm a bad bitch (ah)
I'm sick of motherf*ckers tryna tell me how to live (f*ck y'all)
Wack hoes hate under my pictures on the 'Gram (ugh)
Bitch, you better hope I never run across your man, uh
In the mall with him, I'ma have a ball with him (woah)
Somebody call Rihanna, I'ma buy some drawers with him
He f*ckin' with Thee Stallion 'cause he into wild women (he love wild women)
Put them legs on his head, now he love tall women (uh, yeah, ah)
You'll never catch me callin' these niggas daddy (nope)
I ain't lyin' 'bout my nut just to make a nigga happy (nigga, please)
Lifestyle when a nigga can't fit a Magnum
It never happened if the dick wasn't snappin' (ayy)
I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit (I do hot shit)
Spend his income on my outfit (on my outfit)
I don't text quick 'cause I ain't thirsty (I ain't thirsty)
These bitches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (ah, ah)
I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit (I do hot shit)
Spend his income on my outfit (on my outfit)
I don't text quick 'cause I ain't thirsty (I ain't thirsty)
These bitches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (ah, ah)
Any rumor 'bout me, let me dead it (let me dead it)
I'm a open book and your man probably read it (ah)
Look at my AP and these hoes still pathetic (mmm)
Real bitches back when I check my Patek, yeah (woah)
Yeah, he call my Patty Cake 'cause the way that ass shake (ass shake)
I'ma make him eat me out while I'm watchin' anime (anime)
Pussy like a Wild Fox, lookin' for a Sasuke (ayy, yeah)
One night with him make him lose it like a prom date (ah)
Two watches, yeah, call me two-timin' (two-timin')
Skin like gold and my teeth like diamonds (like diamonds)
Hot Girl chain, Elliot got me shinin' (yeah)
They tried to knock me off, but a bitch still grindin'
I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit (I do hot shit)
Spend his income on my outfit (on my outfit)
I don't text quick 'cause I ain't thirsty (I ain't thirsty)
These bitches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (ah, ah)
I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit (I do hot shit)
Spend his income on my outfit (on my outfit)
I don't text quick 'cause I ain't thirsty (I ain't thirsty)
These bitches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (ah, ah)
I'm a rich nigga magnet (yeah), pretty with a fatty (with a fatty)
Thirty-inch weave with the long eyelashes (long eyelashes)
Yes, I got a man if I don't like who askin' (boy, bye)
I don't stand outside 'cause I'm too outstandin' (ah)
'Cause the girls in the hood are always hard
Ever since sixteen, I been havin' a job
Knowin' nothin' in life, but I gotta get rich
You could check the throwback pics, I been that bitch (ah)
I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit (I do hot shit)
Spend his income on my outfit (on my outfit)
I don't text quick 'cause I ain't thirsty (I ain't thirsty)
These bitches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (ah, ah)
I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit (I do hot shit)
Spend his income on my outfit (on my outfit)
I don't text quick 'cause I ain't thirsty (I ain't thirsty)
These bitches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (ah, ah)
I'm sick of motherf*ckers tryna tell me how to live (f*ck y'all)
Wack hoes hate under my pictures on the 'Gram (ugh)
Bitch, you better hope I never run across your man, uh
In the mall with him, I'ma have a ball with him (woah)
Somebody call Rihanna, I'ma buy some drawers with him
He f*ckin' with Thee Stallion 'cause he into wild women (he love wild women)
Put them legs on his head, now he love tall women (uh, yeah, ah)
You'll never catch me callin' these niggas daddy (nope)
I ain't lyin' 'bout my nut just to make a nigga happy (nigga, please)
Lifestyle when a nigga can't fit a Magnum
It never happened if the dick wasn't snappin' (ayy)
I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit (I do hot shit)
Spend his income on my outfit (on my outfit)
I don't text quick 'cause I ain't thirsty (I ain't thirsty)
These bitches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (ah, ah)
I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit (I do hot shit)
Spend his income on my outfit (on my outfit)
I don't text quick 'cause I ain't thirsty (I ain't thirsty)
These bitches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (ah, ah)
Any rumor 'bout me, let me dead it (let me dead it)
I'm a open book and your man probably read it (ah)
Look at my AP and these hoes still pathetic (mmm)
Real bitches back when I check my Patek, yeah (woah)
Yeah, he call my Patty Cake 'cause the way that ass shake (ass shake)
I'ma make him eat me out while I'm watchin' anime (anime)
Pussy like a Wild Fox, lookin' for a Sasuke (ayy, yeah)
One night with him make him lose it like a prom date (ah)
Two watches, yeah, call me two-timin' (two-timin')
Skin like gold and my teeth like diamonds (like diamonds)
Hot Girl chain, Elliot got me shinin' (yeah)
They tried to knock me off, but a bitch still grindin'
I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit (I do hot shit)
Spend his income on my outfit (on my outfit)
I don't text quick 'cause I ain't thirsty (I ain't thirsty)
These bitches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (ah, ah)
I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit (I do hot shit)
Spend his income on my outfit (on my outfit)
I don't text quick 'cause I ain't thirsty (I ain't thirsty)
These bitches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (ah, ah)
I'm a rich nigga magnet (yeah), pretty with a fatty (with a fatty)
Thirty-inch weave with the long eyelashes (long eyelashes)
Yes, I got a man if I don't like who askin' (boy, bye)
I don't stand outside 'cause I'm too outstandin' (ah)
'Cause the girls in the hood are always hard
Ever since sixteen, I been havin' a job
Knowin' nothin' in life, but I gotta get rich
You could check the throwback pics, I been that bitch (ah)
I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit (I do hot shit)
Spend his income on my outfit (on my outfit)
I don't text quick 'cause I ain't thirsty (I ain't thirsty)
These bitches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (ah, ah)
I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit (I do hot shit)
Spend his income on my outfit (on my outfit)
I don't text quick 'cause I ain't thirsty (I ain't thirsty)
These bitches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (ah, ah)
Writer: Andre Young, Eric Wright, Megan Pete, O'Shea Jackson, Ray Fraser, Scott Storch
Copyright: Lyrics © DON PUBLISHING LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, CTM Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © DON PUBLISHING LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, CTM Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Dont Stop
Real hot girl shit
Ah, ayy (Buddah bless this beat)
I've got a stank ass walk and a reckless ass mouth (I don't give a f*ck)
And my shit so tight, when we f*ck, my pussy talk (my pussy talk)
I don't even say, "What's up?" I just tell him what I want (what I want)
'Cause I got another nigga that's gon' do it if he don't (ah)
Attitude bad, pussy too good (yeah)
When he say, "F*ck me" I tell him, "F*ck me good" (good)
Chase these niggas? I wish I would
Bad bitch like me? Hoes wish they could (could)
She a Casper to me, I need glasses to see
In the mall with her daddy, she a bastard to me (yeah)
If you ain't f*ckin' him right, bitch, pass him to me
Real niggas love me from the H to the D
Don't stop, pop that cat
Mm, mm, just like that
Mm, mm, shake that shit (bow, bow, bow)
Hm, hm, work it, bitch
Don't stop, pop that cat (bow)
Mm, mm, just like that
Mm, mm, shake that shit (brr, brr, brr)
Hm, hm, work it, bitch
Patek, just for the day
Say she got the gold, roll the Ace of Spades
She catch a cold when she rock chains
But lemme see, Pinky and the Brain (Brain)
Our baby mommas ain't the same
She like, "Baby daddy, ice my chain" (ice)
She 'bout to come and give me top like a crane
You a bitch and a ho, but you gang, ayy
Shake what ya doctor gave ya
And I'ma ice your wrists like a player (ayy)
Doctor Miami add layers
Now the ass is fat like a acre
Come to the spot and we lay up
And I'll cream that pussy like mayos
Ever since I got my cake up
I been runnin' these bitches like a mayor (whew)
Don't stop, hatchback
Shakin' that ass on Snapchat (yeah)
Off the script and shakin' that ass
What you'll do for these rack, racks? (Whew)
Where my thots at?
I just freed this bitch like a bird, yeah (yeah)
Where my thots at?
Let me hit it from the back, say, "Slatt, Slatt"
Don't stop, pop that cat
Mm, mm, just like that
Mm, mm, shake that shit (bow, bow, bow)
Hm, hm, work it, bitch
Don't stop, pop that cat (bow)
Mm, mm, just like that
Mm, mm, shake that shit (brr, brr, brr)
Hm, hm, work it, bitch (hey)
I'm gonna blow him like AC (mwah)
Give me big head like IT (ah)
Lick, lick, lick me 'til I scream
Twist his tongue like I, I mean
I mean my body so out of this world
Change my at name to ASTROGIRL (ASTROGIRL)
People say I'm way too full of myself
You're right, and I ain't even made it to dessert (ah)
Buffy, no angels, star no spangle
Forty inch weave by Kellon don't tangle
Call my drug dealer boyfriend on Tango
Use the Tajín when I'm eating a mango
Yeah, I get jealous
If you ate it real good I can't help it
Any bitch you're f*ckin' with, you need to dead it
'Fore I come through and shit get hectic, ah
Don't stop, pop that cat
Mm, mm, just like that
Mm, mm, shake that shit (bow, bow, bow)
Hm, hm, work it, bitch
Don't stop, pop that cat
Mm, mm, just like that
Mm, mm, shake that shit
Hm, hm, work it, bitch
Don't stop, pop that cat
Mm, mm, just like that
Mm, mm, shake that shit (bow, bow, bow)
Hm, hm, work it, bitch
Don't stop, pop that cat
Mm, mm, just like that (bow, bow, bow)
Mm, mm, shake that shit (brr, brr, brr)
Hm, hm, work it, bitch
Ah, ayy (Buddah bless this beat)
I've got a stank ass walk and a reckless ass mouth (I don't give a f*ck)
And my shit so tight, when we f*ck, my pussy talk (my pussy talk)
I don't even say, "What's up?" I just tell him what I want (what I want)
'Cause I got another nigga that's gon' do it if he don't (ah)
Attitude bad, pussy too good (yeah)
When he say, "F*ck me" I tell him, "F*ck me good" (good)
Chase these niggas? I wish I would
Bad bitch like me? Hoes wish they could (could)
She a Casper to me, I need glasses to see
In the mall with her daddy, she a bastard to me (yeah)
If you ain't f*ckin' him right, bitch, pass him to me
Real niggas love me from the H to the D
Don't stop, pop that cat
Mm, mm, just like that
Mm, mm, shake that shit (bow, bow, bow)
Hm, hm, work it, bitch
Don't stop, pop that cat (bow)
Mm, mm, just like that
Mm, mm, shake that shit (brr, brr, brr)
Hm, hm, work it, bitch
Patek, just for the day
Say she got the gold, roll the Ace of Spades
She catch a cold when she rock chains
But lemme see, Pinky and the Brain (Brain)
Our baby mommas ain't the same
She like, "Baby daddy, ice my chain" (ice)
She 'bout to come and give me top like a crane
You a bitch and a ho, but you gang, ayy
Shake what ya doctor gave ya
And I'ma ice your wrists like a player (ayy)
Doctor Miami add layers
Now the ass is fat like a acre
Come to the spot and we lay up
And I'll cream that pussy like mayos
Ever since I got my cake up
I been runnin' these bitches like a mayor (whew)
Don't stop, hatchback
Shakin' that ass on Snapchat (yeah)
Off the script and shakin' that ass
What you'll do for these rack, racks? (Whew)
Where my thots at?
I just freed this bitch like a bird, yeah (yeah)
Where my thots at?
Let me hit it from the back, say, "Slatt, Slatt"
Don't stop, pop that cat
Mm, mm, just like that
Mm, mm, shake that shit (bow, bow, bow)
Hm, hm, work it, bitch
Don't stop, pop that cat (bow)
Mm, mm, just like that
Mm, mm, shake that shit (brr, brr, brr)
Hm, hm, work it, bitch (hey)
I'm gonna blow him like AC (mwah)
Give me big head like IT (ah)
Lick, lick, lick me 'til I scream
Twist his tongue like I, I mean
I mean my body so out of this world
Change my at name to ASTROGIRL (ASTROGIRL)
People say I'm way too full of myself
You're right, and I ain't even made it to dessert (ah)
Buffy, no angels, star no spangle
Forty inch weave by Kellon don't tangle
Call my drug dealer boyfriend on Tango
Use the Tajín when I'm eating a mango
Yeah, I get jealous
If you ate it real good I can't help it
Any bitch you're f*ckin' with, you need to dead it
'Fore I come through and shit get hectic, ah
Don't stop, pop that cat
Mm, mm, just like that
Mm, mm, shake that shit (bow, bow, bow)
Hm, hm, work it, bitch
Don't stop, pop that cat
Mm, mm, just like that
Mm, mm, shake that shit
Hm, hm, work it, bitch
Don't stop, pop that cat
Mm, mm, just like that
Mm, mm, shake that shit (bow, bow, bow)
Hm, hm, work it, bitch
Don't stop, pop that cat
Mm, mm, just like that (bow, bow, bow)
Mm, mm, shake that shit (brr, brr, brr)
Hm, hm, work it, bitch
Writer: Megan Pete, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Tyron Douglas
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Good News is the debut studio album by American rapper Megan Thee Stallion. he album features guest appearances from DaBaby, City Girls, Lil Durk, SZA, Popcaan, Mustard, Big Sean, 2 Chainz, Young Thug, and Beyoncé.
The album produced four singles: "Girls in the Hood", released on June 26, 2020, "Don't Stop", featuring Young Thug, released on October 2, 2020, "Body", released alongside the album, and "Cry Baby", featuring DaBaby, released on February 3, 2021. The album also contains the remix of the single "Savage" from Suga, featuring Beyoncé, which earned Megan her first number one on the US Billboard Hot 100.
On Good News, Megan Thee Stallion raps about the controversy surrounding herself and Tory Lanez, partying, sex, her personal life, and men she prefers not to date.
One critic noted that despite being filled with "sex positivity and club-ready anthems", the album also contains "glimpses of that [serious] tone was first introduced with 'Shots Fired'". "Shots Fired", the opening track, is built around a sample of the 1995 song "Who Shot Ya?" by The Notorious B.I.G. and has been described as a "traditional", "strong" and "scathing" indirect diss track with a "ringing, stark beat" aimed at fellow rapper Tory Lanez in response to his album Daystar, which itself was released in response to allegations that Lanez shot Megan in July 2020.
Commercially, Good News debuted at number two on the Billboard 200 after moving over 100,000 album-equivalent units in its first week. In addition to topping both the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums and Rap Albums charts, it also peaked in the top 50 of countries such as the United Kingdom, Australia, Canada, Ireland and New Zealand.
Performed By:
Megan Thee StallionThe album produced four singles: "Girls in the Hood", released on June 26, 2020, "Don't Stop", featuring Young Thug, released on October 2, 2020, "Body", released alongside the album, and "Cry Baby", featuring DaBaby, released on February 3, 2021. The album also contains the remix of the single "Savage" from Suga, featuring Beyoncé, which earned Megan her first number one on the US Billboard Hot 100.
On Good News, Megan Thee Stallion raps about the controversy surrounding herself and Tory Lanez, partying, sex, her personal life, and men she prefers not to date.
One critic noted that despite being filled with "sex positivity and club-ready anthems", the album also contains "glimpses of that [serious] tone was first introduced with 'Shots Fired'". "Shots Fired", the opening track, is built around a sample of the 1995 song "Who Shot Ya?" by The Notorious B.I.G. and has been described as a "traditional", "strong" and "scathing" indirect diss track with a "ringing, stark beat" aimed at fellow rapper Tory Lanez in response to his album Daystar, which itself was released in response to allegations that Lanez shot Megan in July 2020.
Commercially, Good News debuted at number two on the Billboard 200 after moving over 100,000 album-equivalent units in its first week. In addition to topping both the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums and Rap Albums charts, it also peaked in the top 50 of countries such as the United Kingdom, Australia, Canada, Ireland and New Zealand.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Avedon, Buddah Bless, Cool & Dre, D.A Got That Dope, Helluva, IllaDaProducer, J. White Did It, Juicy J, Tay Keith, Benjamin Lasnier, LilJuMadeDaBeat, Mustard, Pooyandeh, J. R. Rotem, Scott Storch, Cody Tarpley
Released: November 20th, 2020
Year: 2020