Megan Thee Stallion - Thot Shit (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Megan Thee Stallion - Thot Shit (en) Lyrics
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(OG Parker)
(And if the beat live, you
know Lil Ju made it)
Hands on my knees, shakin'
ass, on my thot shit
Post me a pic, finna make me a profit
When the liquor hit, then
a bitch get toxic
(Why the fuck you in the club
when niggas wildin'?)
I've been lit since brunch, thot shit
Order '42 for the table,
let's pop shit
Missionary or doggystyle,
I'ma top shit
Pussy-ass niggas hatin' on
me from the closet, ah
Hoes tryna call me a snake,
shit, I guess I can relate
'Cause a bitch 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 butt-naked
And I stop at every mirror just
to stare at my own posterior
I don't give a fuck who
talk behind my back
'Cause the bitch knew better
than to let me hear it (Ah)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass,
on my thot shit (Thot shit)
Hands on my knees, ha-
hands on my knees
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees
Hoes said they wish a bitch
would, and I'm a genie
Bitch so hot, gotta stay in bikinis
He got a girl, but he keep
beggin' to see me
I love it when a nigga got
a mouth full of VVs
No, I'm not a patient, but
I let him treat me
I gotta be a doctor how
I'm orderin' CCs
Go to your place, no face, no case
Ninety-nine percent tint
in a blacked-out Wraith
I remember hoes used to
clap for me happily
Now I'm bossed up and them
same hoes mad at me
Acting like they ridin', whole
time tryna pass me
Watchin' me go through and
still tryna drag me
Actin' like you winnin', if you
think about it, actually
Are they supportin' you or
really just attackin' me?
I don't give a fuck 'bout
a blog tryna bash me
I'm the shit per the Recording
Academy (Ah)
Drinkin' out the motherfuckin'
bottle on my thot shit
Everything I eat go straight
to my pockets
2021, finna graduate college
Goth girl shit, I'm a real hot topic
Fuckin' on a nigga, make him
sing, on some pop shit
I need a real headbanger,
on some rock shit
Pussy like crack, wanna
hit it like dope
Got a real hot box, but a
bitch 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
Bitch dry hatin', tryna get noticed
Man, ain't nobody come to
see you, Otis, look
How many bitches 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 bitch or a nigga (Huh)
Big bank take lil' bank,
bitch, 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, "Damn,
I don't brag enough"
LVs, double C's, Birkins, I'm workin'
My chain ain't hittin' if
a bitch ain't hurtin'
Look, I ain't even finna
argue with a bitch
One thing I know, two
things for certain
None of these hoes sayin'
shit to my face
And none of these hoes finna
see me at the bank
And I'ma keep talkin' all
the shit that I want
And I dare one of these hoes
come tell me I can't
We ain't even speakin' if
the nigga ain't spendin'
He could never say that
I was one of his women
I don't even let niggas
know where I stay
I'll be damned if he thinkin' he
poppin' up on this pimpin' (Ah)
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