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who me - megan thee stallion lyrics

(this is a ktoe beat)
real hot girl sh*t
hmm, yeah, yeah

meg who?
b*tch, i got my own money, beg who?
beg for what?
i can’t remember the last time a n*gga really made me nut
he too weak
if i don’t cum three times back to back, then i can’t sleep
he too cheap
can’t blow a hundred k in one day, he ain’t for me
ayy, i feel like biggie, who shot you? but everybody know who shot me, b*tch (baow, baow, baow)
now let’s stop speaking on that topic, look at this new sh*t on my wrist (look at my wrist)
look at this ap, look at this rollie, who’s this b*tch that’s sayin’ she know me? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
he heard about me, now he wanna f*ck
mrs. quick to make him nut, ah
swallow me, swallow me, swallow me, swallow me, eat it up, eat it up, freak, freak
send a picture of this p*ssy, let him get a sneak peak
oh, if you a freak, freak (yeah)
put this sh*t on repeat (repeat)
he say he gon’ pop a perc’ and f*ck me till my knees weak (blrrrd, ayy)

know i pop mine, i’ma give you one too, show me you a real freak (i need a b*tch)
who gon’ tote my ar, hide my guns, pills, and weed from me?
backseat of that jeep, you gotta ride, i hate some weak*ass knees
thirty k on a vacation, need some head, it’s time we hit the beach
she got french tips on her hand, but she keep pink polish up on her feet
yeah, i knew she was locked in the day she poured a cup of wock’ with me
as soon as i get mad, i break choppers out, need a b*tch that’s gon’ dump for me
go turn some hoes from georgia out, now they talkin’ like they from tennessee
but you know shiesty one and only (blrrrd, blrrrd), no junior, you cannot mimic him (blrrrd, blrrrd)
you see me, it’s ’bout three hundred seventy*five shots, we can shoot a film
yeah, all that sh*t that p*ssy said gon’ catch up, i can’t wait to see him
i sent a b*tch out, bet i get him, he too open, you know how it is
big*ass backwood back to back, ain’t k!ll him, we roll up his limb
everybody i don’t like gotta get shot, i’d really hate to be ’em
oh, you must ain’t heard ’bout fox 13, they call police every time they see ’em
and f*ck all the officers and detectives, they know what it is, blrrrd (f*ck ’em, blrrrd)
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