Lyrics

DJ Chose Boy, you know your bitch is not fuckin' with Megan Your nigga not even fuckin' you naked He put the tip in and then you start complainin' If I get on it, I own it and take it If it ain't good, then I ain't finna fake it You fuck like a rabbit, grow up and stop playin' I need a nigga with stroke, hey, I wanna bust it on your face He wanna see my shit squirt like he squeezed it He finna die 'bout this pussy, he need it He wanna keep it like lock it and key it I tell him to bring me my money then beat it Hit a nigga back to the streets, ayy Ask your man, not me, ayy Only see him when it's time to eat, ayy You ain't seen ya' nigga 'bout three days Ask ya' friend 'bout me, I'm the bomb, bae Rap bitch all on the runway Pink lemonade with the Bombay Make the booty, "uh-oh", like Beyoncé I could make the dick dance Rock it like a blast and you want another chance but I know we won't last And your last bitch mad 'cause I'm coming up fast I'm passin' bitches up like they running out of gas Your favorite rapper only use onomatopoeias You don't wanna hear it 'cause you only wanna see her I'mma show you how a real rap bitch T up Get up in the booth and beat the motherfucking beat up Pissin' bitches off like a nigga left the seat up Bitch big mad 'cause you can't beat me up I'on wanna talk shit with ya' or meet ya' Jealous ass trick tryna fuck up my features I get my revenge when I drop all my pictures I'm pretty like art, bitch, I look like a fixture I'll get my revenge when I fuck on your nigga I take that shit back, I won't fuck on your nigga I'll fuck on his face, right in your place Run with with his money, I'm going to Chase Movin' these bitches right out of my way Yo' favorite baddie be stalking my page Yo' baby daddy be stalking my page Yo' baby momma so minimum wage Keep that lil' bitch from the fuck out my face 'Fore I beat the bitch up with a fucking briefcase Full of them bands, full of them M's Bitch, I'm on top of this bread like an ant All of my hotties know Megan the shit All of these rappers know Megan that bitch Wonderin' how I'm this hot with no deal Bitches offended by my sex appeal I'm not a snack, nigga, I am a meal I'm from the H, nigga, I am so trill, ah
Writer(s): Norman Payne, Megan Pete, Christopher Frank Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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