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megan thee stallion – ya feel me lyrics

[intro]
yeah, young tina snow going hard on a hoe (ahh)

[verse 1]
p-ssy so good got him talking like yoda
i need a bae with a mouth like a motor (rrr)
her p-ssy nasty, she drink too much soda (ugh)
i got that alkaline chocha, that water (that water)
walkin’ ‘round with all that hate, let it go (let it go)
i cannot stay out the d-mn gucci store (yeah)
i like to drink but i don’t do no dope (yeah)
my body banging, he want all the smoke
ugh, boo, b-tch (ooh)
don’t do me, do you b-tch, huh (do you)
i’ll send a chick in the bank right now
open up sh-t like she you b-tch, huh
i’m riding ‘round with my african, huh
my n-gga stiff like a mannequin, ay
out in the u.k., they jamming me, yeah
these n-ggas love me like family, ay, uh
i’m on they head like i jacked in they face (yeah)
all these hoes look alike like they traced (yeah)
b-tch i’m the pencil, the paper, the case
hoe, it is nothing to get you erased
i knock the breath out these b-tches, they wheezy
i fell in love with the cash, it complete me
yo’ b-tch is sl-tty, mcn-tty, she easy
give up that cat to a n-gga no reason

[chorus]
i’m a raw -ss b-tch, ya feel me?
ay, tss, i’m hot, ya feel me? (ooh)
watch how you coming, ya feel me? (huh)
ain’t gotta touch you to feel me
b-tches ain’t hotter than me, ya feel me?
i’m who they tryna be, ya feel me?
you know you got that from me, ya feel me?
i make ‘em follow my lead, ya feel me? (tss)

[verse 2]
bye, n-gga (bye)
hot girl p-ssy, too fire n-gga (too fire)
i run game like five n-ggas, huh
magazine mami, got style n-gga, huh
cl!ck on a b-tch like a camera, ugh
real big ol’ t-tties like pamela, ugh
b-tch, i’m a pro, you a amateur, ugh
hoe you a egg i’ma scramble you, ugh (ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)
these n-ggas f-ck and go tattle tale
these n-ggas and b-tches is parallel
i’m tryna get m’s and you takin’ l’s
but i got some game for you that i can sell
wake up and get you some money (some money)
how you a hoe and you hungry? (how?)
b-tch you ain’t playa, you funny
you just a regular dummy

[verse 3]
he fell in love with these verses
i told him l!ck on this p-ssy in cursive
if she ain’t thee stallion, he finna curve her
f-ck with my mink on, he like it furry
i got that lil mermaid, that fresh outta water
boy i’m the plug and the muhf-ckin charger
b-tch i got the sauce, i ain’t talkin’ no tartare
these b-tches study lil megan, i taught ’em
giving you rap and i’m giving you s-x
i’m writing bars while he giving me neck (yeah)
he puttin’ money on me like a bet
b-tch i’m one hunnid, so hoe, come correct, ay, yeah

[chorus]
i’m a raw -ss b-tch, ya feel me?
ay, tss, i’m hot, ya feel me? (ooh)
watch how you coming, ya feel me? (huh)
ain’t gotta touch you to feel me
ay, yeah (ahh)

- megan thee stallion lyrics

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