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megan thee stallion – last week in h tx lyrics

[intro]
mcv b-tch -laughter-
aye, yeah, stalli, summer ’17, aye, yeah yeah

[verse 1]
okay, last week we was eatin’ peanut b-tter jelly
then i hit a l!ck, now we countin’ benja-mellys
met him in the telly
doing whatever he let me
i got love for my n-gga like i’m tionne off of belly
everybody thinkin’ bad b-tches got it easy
well not the young ones on the grind gettin’ greazy
last week i had to make a hunnid dollas stretch
every m-th-f-ckin’ night i was eatin’ cheese eggs
b-tches tell stories ’cause these wh0r-s don’t know me
see me by myself and got to trippin wit’ yo’ homie
i bet if you touch me, you go missin’ like you dory
b-tch that’s why yo’ n-gga wanna kick it wit’ the horsey

[bridge]
uh-oh
i ain’t never ran from a hoe
but i never let a b-tch get a stain on my clothes (no-o)
ridin’ with my hands in the air
got yo’ n-gga on the side with his fingers on my ooh-yeah yeah
just bought a fifth of the henn’
pocket full of white man, named benjamin
looking for a hot boy with some fine friends
and yo’ baby daddy wanna be my boyfriend

[hook]
b-tch i’m from texas, rock all the best sh-t
and i walk slow for them eyes tryna catch this
(?), make yo’ whole clique lose it
boy i know you wanna come kick it out in houston
b-tch i’m from texas
(aye, aye h-town… h-town… h-town)
b-tch i’m from texas
(7-1-3…2-8-1…8-3-2)

[verse 2]
okay, last week sh-t was kinda bad
i be goin’ missin’ when i’m tryna get a bag
i ain’t got no time for no n-gga tryna nag
’cause i’m in love wit’ my money like my name mr. krabs
and i got the winnin’ ticket
middle finger to them n-ggas and them b-tches
you was wishin’ that i’d stay slippin’, throwin’ all them peelings
you was dissin’
you ain’t see the vision, like you eyes was christian
tryna curse me, i just pray to god they keep the devil off
stalli don’t bend or fold for no hoe
don’t give convo to those i don’t know
n-ggas try to play me close to get my info
only time i disclose is when i disrobe
never gave a f-ck
never gave a d-mn
and i’ma keep grindin’ til these hoes know who i am
and i will come and take you for a hold of my hand
and b-tch i bet not catch you lookin’ at my f-ckin’ man
and when i’m with my crew, just be cool
unless you wanna see some real b-tches act a fool
and when i walk by
n-ggas just sty
they only make ’em like this on the southside

[hook:]
b-tch i’m from texas, rock all the best sh-t
and i walk slow for them eyes tryna catch this
(?), make yo’ whole clique lose it
boy i know you wanna come kick it out in houston
b-tch i’m from texas
(aye, aye h-town… h-town… h-town)
b-tch i’m from texas
(7-1-3…2-8-1…8-3-2)

[verse 3]
sippin’ on mimosa, while he l!ck on my pinocha (ahh!)
collar round his neck that say “stallion” ’cause i own him
haters never see me, i ain’t hangin’ where it’s local
drink my henny outta china
black and boujee like i’m oprah
stallion for president
sn-tchin’ all the brethren
foot up in a rap b-tch -ss without no lubricant
she’s borin’, i ain’t hearing it
who the f-ck is hypin’ this?
something off about her like she missin’ some ingredients (urgh)
i’m s-xual, no deviant
i like my man obedient
don’t want it missionary ’cause that’s boring i need freaky sh-t
walk up in the house and bust a pipe, get it leakin’ sh-t
all up on my booty while you do me on some pinky sh-t
yes i got big br–sts, so i like to say sh-t wit’ my chest
and i’m not sayin’ i’m not humble, i just feel like i’m the best
who’s my compet-tion? it’s like all y’all that same b-tch
and y’all be beefin’, i’m a vegan
stupid b-tches make me itch
and i keep me a full set
i keep some ice around my neck
i keep a box around yo’ n-gga ’cause i keep his -ss in check
now i’m done wit’ bein’ broke
so don’t get mad if i ain’t spoke
b-tch i’m chillin out in houston come and see me if you want
ahh!

- megan thee stallion lyrics

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