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nda - megan thee stallion lyrics

(hitkidd, what it do, man?)
ayy

i ain’t perfect, but anything i did to any of you n*ggas, y’all deserved it
you see me in that mode, don’t disturb me when i’m workin’ (yeah)
lil’ b*tch you better back up, don’t know what be in these purses (blaow)
and i ain’t say: excuse me, ’cause i did that sh*t on purpose
yeah, you see a star up in this b*tch
you know i brought a hundred black cars in this b*tch
knees freak, i don’t like n0body touchin’ on my sh*t
so you know i had to bring my own bottles in this b*tch (ayy, ayy, ah)
ridin’ by myself, shoppin’ bag in the backseat
n*ggas with the money to they ear don’t attract me
fly out the country, let a prince n*gga bag me
nympho, wanna do a n*gga pockets nasty (ah)
b*tches hatin’ on me, but it’s cool, n*ggas love me
body bangin’, i ain’t had to let the doctor cut me
sick of bein’ humble, ’cause you b*tches don’t respect that
and the next one of y’all hoes wanna get bold, i’m gon’ check that
and the next one of y’all blogs wanna spread lies, i’m gon’ sue you (yeah)
and the next b*tch that break my nda, they goin’ for you too
now listen to me, i’m givin’ you b*tches a warning
you gon’ have to pay me forever tryna be corny
ayy, i’m from the city of the drink sippers, slidin’, ridin’ paint drippers (yeah)
b*tches so bad, got the famous n*ggas stage dippers
poppin’ all the music, so you know i’m kinda screwed up (know i’m screwed up)
wrist so icy, turn a drank into a cool cup (yeah)
goin’ through so some sh*t, so i gotta stay busy
bought a ‘rari, i can’t let the sh*t i’m thinkin’ catch up with me (yeah, catch up with me)
if they say the see me outside of a bookie, then that was kizzy
barely be at home, but i still put on for my city

d*mn, where the real b*tches at?
i’m finna bring real b*tches back (ayy, ayy)
where’s all the real n*ggas at?
free the guys, bring the real n*ggas back (ayy, ayy)
d*mn, where the real b*tches at?
i’m finna bring real b*tches back
where’s all the real n*ggas at?
free the guys, bring the real n*ggas back (ah)

how many more ways can i say that i’m the baddest b*tch?
i walk in and b*tches grab they n*gga, that’s a compliment
’cause you know in his head he wanna spread me like a condiment
he want me to make that glizzy disappear and swallow it
you know i keep it realer than real, ain’t sh*t ’bout me fraudulent
they take all the hate that they got for me and they market it
when they sh*t ain’t poppin’, they usin’ megan for marketing (yeah)
and they ain’t got enough in they budget for me to talk to them (no)
i know you hoes wish that i would get down and stay down (i won’t)
b*tch, make a move or keep that sh*t up on the playground
’cause i ain’t finna stop until i make it to the tin*nop
and i do everything that all my haters said i could not (yeah, yeah, yeah)
and it look like a sign just be slidin’ on my wrist watch
i hope that you ain’t shoppin’ when i’m shoppin’, you get kicked out
i gotta watch my back, ’cause i forget that i’m the sh*t now
i walk up in the studio p*ssed off and lay that sh*t down
matter fact, wait, stop, b*tch, i really rap
i be quick to check you p*ssy b*tches like a pap
k!ll a b*tch, all i need is a pistol and a pad
let me get the beat, so they remember who i am

d*mn, where the real b*tches at?
i’m finna bring real b*tches back (ayy, ayy)
where’s all the real n*ggas at?
free the guys, bring the real n*ggas back (ayy, ayy)
n*gga, d*mn, where the real b*tches at?
i’m finna bring real b*tches back (ayy, real b*tches back)
where’s all the real n*ggas at? (ayy, ayy)
free the guys, bring the real n*ggas back
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