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shots fired [clean version] - megan thee stallion lyrics

[intro]
brrt, brrt, baow (buddah bless this beat)

[verse 1]
imagine lyin’, lyin’ ’bout shootin’ a real, real (huh?)
just to save face for rappin’ rappers you chill with
imagine me givin’ a **** it was your ******’ birthday
you in your feelings, i just thought it was another thursday
now imagine me block, blockin’ on some dry sh** (what?)
i don’t want you on the *****, believe you wouldn’t’ve been invited (you wouldn’t’ve been invited)
and if it weren’t for me, same week, you would have been indicted (should’ve let them lock your *** up)
you offered m’s not to talk, i guess that made my friend excited, hmm
now y’all in cahoots, huh (okay), you a p*ss in boots
you shot a 5’10” b*tch with a .22
talkin’ ’bout bones and tendons like them bullеts wasn’t pellets
a p*ssy n*gga with a p*ssy gun in his feelings
okay, he in thе backseat and he keep callin’ me a b*tch (he a b*tch)
we all know the sh*t i could’ve came back with (lil’*ass n*gga)
he talkin’ ’bout his followers, dollars, and goofy sh*t
i told him, “you’re not poppin’, you just on the remix” (what’s poppin’?)
now here we are, 2020, eight months later
and we still ain’t got no f*ckin’ justice for breonna taylor (breonna taylor)
any n*gga on that n*gga’s side is a clout chaser (f*ck y’all)
a b*tch who he f*ckin’ or a ho that he payin’, uh

[interlude]
imagine me, hahaha
imagine me entertaining you f*ckin’ goofy*ass n*ggas and you f*ckin’ goofy*ass b*tches
brrt, brrt, blaow (buddah bless this beat)
[verse 2]
who you takin’ shots at, goofy*ass n*gga?
keep your broke ass out a rich b*tch business
and that go for you b*tches too that’s tryna get picked
talkin’ sh*t, i’ll slide on you, thinkin’ that you sl!ck
ooh sh*t, it’s a lotta weak n*ggas in this b*tch
they confused
they hate me, but watch my videos beatin’ they d*ck
who a snitch? i ain’t never went to the police with no names
i thought a b*tch that got her chain sn*tched, caught a loss had something to say, ayy
i be speakin’ facts, uh, they can’t handle that, uh
they want me to be the bad guy, let me put my mask on
i was chose, i ain’t ask to be this motherf*ckin’ cold
still the brightest star and not just the ones that’s up in this rolls
keep it pimpin’ always, actions do the talkin’
i know you want the clout, so i ain’t sayin’ y’all names
oh, you out here ballin’, huh? who you get that money from?
ten toes down for whoever get the patek, huh?
i be so content ’cause i know i’m a real b*tch
and anything i say, i’m never scared to repeat it
you’d think i was a k!ller how these n*ggas scared as sh*t
i pull up one deep, but n*ggas bring they whole clique, ayy
who you takin’ shots at, goofy*ass b*tch?
watchin’ me succeed from your knees, suckin’ d*ck
i know you want attention from the n*ggas that i get
i’m a steak, you a side plate, shrimp, stay in your place
real b*tch, yeah, yeah, i ain’t sellin’ fairytales
facetime my n*gga while my other n*gga layin’ there
b*tch think she sabotagin’ somethin’, tryna run and tell
b*tch, i got a bond with my n*ggas and they all aware, yeah
who you takin’ shots at? shut up with your scary ass
no profile pic, b*tch, your mama shouldn’t’ve had
kick me while i’m down bad, i remember all that
next n*gga send a shot, i’ma sent it right back (ah)
[outro]
brrt, brrt
brrt, haha
ah
should’ve let them lock your ass up
p*ssy

- megan thee stallion lyrics

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