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megan thee stallion - thot shit lyrics

[intro]
(og parker)
(and if the beat live, you know lil ju made it)

[verse 1]
hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot sh+t
post me a pic, finna make me a profit
when the liquor hit, then a b+tch get toxic
(why the f+ck you in the club when n+ggas wildin’?)
i’ve been lit since brunch, thot sh+t
order ’42 for the table, let’s pop sh+t
missionary or doggystyle, i’ma top sh+t
p+ssy+ass n+ggas hatin’ on me from the closet, ah
hoes tryna call me a snake, sh+t, i guess i can relate
’cause a b+tch spit a whole lotta venom
and since these hoes all rats, when they come around me
all i see is a whole lotta dinner
i walk around the house b+tt+naked
and i stop at every mirror just to stare at my own posterior
i don’t give a f+ck who talk behind my back
’cause the b+tch knew better than to let me hear it (ah)

[chorus]
hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot sh+t
hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot sh+t (thot sh+t)
hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot sh+t
hands on my knees, ha+hands on my knees
hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot sh+t
hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot sh+t (thot sh+t)
hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot sh+t
hands on my knees, hands on my knees
[verse 3]
drinkin’ out the motherf+ckin’ bottle on my thot sh+t
everything i eat go straight to my pockets
2021, finna graduate college
goth girl sh+t, i’m a real hot topic
f+ckin’ on a n+gga, make him sing, on some pop sh+t
i need a real headbanger, on some rock sh+t
p+ssy like crack, wanna hit it like dope
got a real hot box, but a b+tch don’t smoke (ah)
hot girl, but i’m still the coldest, hey
i’m the big homie, but i ain’t the oldest, hmm
b+tch dry hatin’, tryna get noticed
man, ain’t n0body come to see you, otis, look
how many b+tches lyin’ if they say they boss is better?
they really puppets, so i really gotta go and geppetto
i’m really talkin’, but it really can apply to whoever
my pen a freak, it’ll go after a b+tch or a n+gga (huh)
big bank take lil’ bank, b+tch, add it up
hoes takin’ shots, but they ain’t in my caliber
booked, but i squeeze a lil’ head in my calendar
lookin’ in the mirror like, “d+mn, i don’t brag enough”
lvs, double c’s, birkins, i’m workin’
my chain ain’t hittin’ if a b+tch ain’t hurtin’
look, i ain’t even finna argue with a b+tch
one thing i know, two things for certain
none of these hoes sayin’ sh+t to my face
and none of these hoes finna see me at the bank
and i’ma keep talkin’ all the sh+t that i want
and i dare one of these hoes come tell me i can’t
we ain’t even speakin’ if the n+gga ain’t spendin’
he could never say that i was one of his women
i don’t even let n+ggas know where i stay
i’ll be d+mned if he thinkin’ he poppin’ up on this pimpin’ (ah)
[chorus]
hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot sh+t
hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot sh+t (thot sh+t)
hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot sh+t
hands on my knees, ha+hands on my knees
hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot sh+t
hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot sh+t (thot sh+t)
hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot sh+t
hands on my knees, hands on my knees

[outro]
(og parker)
(and if the beat live, you know lil ju made it)

- megan thee stallion lyrics

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