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megan thee stallion – megan’s piano lyrics

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[intro]
and if the beat live, you know lil ju made it

[verse 1]
big ass chain ‘round my neck so these n+ggas know i’m rich and i don’t need sh+t but the d+ck
big ass stack in this purse so these n+ggas know i’m workin’, i’m holdin’ this glock in my birkin
n+ggas gotta hold that l tryna come for my pen, i’m really finna make another m
now tell me how the f+ck i’m in the wrong if i don’t want the n+gga and he still ain’t f+ckin’ with the b+tch

[chorus]
i be working, i make moves in silence
hoes might’ve never liked me and i’m fine with it
nasty, i’m a real n+gga fantasy
i’ll drop dead ‘fore a broke n+gga handle me
d’ussé, this rich b+tch enеrgy
y’all lil’ hoes still drinkin’ that hennessy
mеssy, and i’m sick of y’all tryin’ it
b+tch got receipts but ain’t never finna buy sh+t (ah)

[verse 2]
sorry, hoes hate me ’cause i’m the it girl
i ain’t never asked to be the sh+t, girl
don’t call me “sis,” ’cause i’m not your sister
you really need to come and get your mister
seein’ all my opps linked up in a picture
everybody look busted, injured
stalkin’ my page, b+tch probably wanna scissor
all in her mouth like i kissed her
[chorus]
i be working, i make moves in silence
hoes might’ve never liked me and i’m fine with it
nasty, i’m a real n+gga fantasy
i’ll drop dead ‘fore a broke n+gga handle me
d’ussé, this rich b+tch energy
y’all lil’ hoes still drinkin’ that hennessy
messy, and i’m sick of y’all tryin’ it
b+tch got receipts but ain’t never finna buy sh+t

[verse 3]
bad b+tches run in my pack, gang sh+t
cartier frames spot a b+tch on some lame sh+t
broke n+ggas all in my way, clear ’em
chains ain’t makin’ no noise? they ain’t big enough
wildin’, on a boat on an island
when i throw it back, bet i make him throw the towel in
i got a n+gga, but i don’t need one
he f+ck up, i’ma have my fun
teacup, i can fit a b+tch in my purse
which one of y’all wanna go first?
spicy, ain’t a b+tch out built like me
i run sh+t, probably how i got a deal with nike
beefing? you just mad we ain’t speaking
and i’m the one that put the roof where you sleeping
phoney, i don’t need no new homies
i’m the reason all my opps ain’t homeless (ah)



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