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Megan Thee Stallion - Thot Shit Lyrics

 


Megan Thee Stallion - Thot Shit 


 [Intro]

(OG Parker)

(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)


[Verse 1]

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 her (Ah)


[Chorus]

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit

Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit

Hands on my knees, hands on my knees


[Verse 2]

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 it 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)


[Chorus]

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit

Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit

Hands on my knees, hands on my knees


[Verse 3]

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 bars 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)


[Chorus]

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit

Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit

Hands on my knees, hands on my knees


[Outro]

(OG Parker)

(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)

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