Corrección Letra Megan Thee Stallion Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #148 par Megan Thee Stallion

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A** move like water but I'm known to be a solid b*t*h
All that f**kin' hating y'all be doin', it ain't stoppin' sh*t
I don't need a watch for me to let him know what time it is
You grown now, I ain't doin' nothin' that your mama did
Never gave a f**k like I ain't never broke my hymen, uh
I rock Louis slippers 'cause I'm always out here sliding, ayy
She say I'm a ho because her n***a on my body, uh
Guess I got her mad 'cause a ho like me be shining, ayy
I'm a Texas b*t*h, I ain't scared of sh*t, yes, thick girls can take d**k
I don't really f**k with none of y'all, y'all can miss me with that handshake sh*t
F**ked up, like, "What's up?," when I walk in, put your cups up
I'm with the n***a with the big pockets or the bad b*t*h with the big b***
Hot girl, I be playin' dumb because these n***as be lame-o's
These n***as get to poppin' Percs and want a b*t*h to suck on they playdough
42, that wasn't me talkin', please stop all that damn stalkin'
These n***as wanna take shots, then fall in love, I was just talkin'
These b*t*hes don't like me but I got to make 'em hate me, uh
How you wanna be me, at the same time, wanna shade me? Uh
I be makin' money on the motherf**kin' daily, uh
Got my label mad but them n***as got to pay me, ayy
Who y'all hoes be talkin' to? Ignore y'all how y'all father do
Until one of y'all hoes say my name, no, I can't acknowledge you
B*t*h, you on your first Rollie, ain't sh*t 'bout your wrist flooded
Talk to me when you really make it and get done with all of that d**k suckin'
I run sh*t, regulate it, n***as and these b*t*hes hatin'
Don't compare me to these other rappers, keep us separated
They be tootin' white, I drink brown, b*t*h, we segregated
They be chasin' n***as through they city, I be chasin' paper
Yeah, now what you wanna do?
A b*t*h want beef, I'ma pull up, like, "Moo!"
But I don't wanna fight, we can take it to the booth
'Cause you know I blew a bag on my hair and my shoes
B*t*h, you know I treat these n***as like hors d'oeuvres on the table
I take a little bite and I may get me some for later
But I don't get full 'cause there's way too many flavors
But if that sh*t was banging, I may have to pack a plate up
Ahaha, yeah
Yeah, yo, yo, yo, Meg Thee Stallion goin' crazy
Real motherf**kin' hot girl sh*t
Don't compare— Don't compare her to no other rapper
Don't compare me to these other rappers (You feel me?)

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