Thot Shit Lyrics by Megan Thee Stallion
(OG Parker)
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Hands on my knees, shaking 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 n***** wildin’?)
I’ve been lit since brunch, thot shit
Order ’42 for the table, let’s pop shit
Missionary or doggy style, I’ma top shit
Pussy ass n***** hating on me from the closet, ah
Hoes tryna call me a snake, shit, I guess I can relate
‘Cause a bitch spit a whole lot of 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’ll stop at every mirror
Just to stare at my own posterior
I don’t a give a fuck who talk behind my back
‘Cause the bitch knew better than to let me hear her
Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees
Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees
Hoes say they wish a bitch would and I’m a genie
Bitch so hot, gotta stay in bikinis
He got a girl, but he keep begging to see me
I love it when a n**** got a mouth full of VV’s
No, I’m not a patient, but I let him treat me
I gotta be a doctor how I’m ordering CC’s
Go to your place, no face, no case
99 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 riding, whole time tryna pass me
Watching me go through it, still tryna drag me
Acting like you winning, if you think about it, actually
Are they supporting you, or really just attacking me?
I don’t give a fuck ’bout a blog tryna bash me
I’m the shit per the Recording Academy (Ah)
Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees
Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees
Drinking out the motherfucking bottle on my thot shit
Everything I eat goes straight to my pockets
2021, finna graduate college
Goth girl shit, I’m a real hot topic
Fucking on a n****, 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 hotbox, 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 hating, tryna get noticed
Man, ain’t nobody come to see you, Otis
Look, how many bitches lying if saying they boss is better?
They really puppets, so I really gotta go and Geppetto
I’m really talking, but it can really apply to whoever
My pen a freak, it’ll go after a bitch or n****
Big bank take lil’ bank, bitch, add it up
Hoes taking shots, but they ain’t in my caliber
Booked, but I squeeze a lil’ head in my calendar
Looking in the mirror like, “Damn, I don’t brag enough”
LV’s, double C’s, Birkins, I’m working
My chain ain’t hitting if a bitch ain’t hurting
Look, I ain’t even finna argue with a bitch
One thing I know, two things for certain
None of these hoes saying shit to my face
And none of these hoes finna see me at the bank
And I’ma keep talking all the shit that I want
And I dare one of you hoes come tell me I can’t
We ain’t even speaking if the n**** ain’t spending
He could never say I was one of his women
I don’t even let n***** know where I stay
I’ll be damned if he think he popping up on this pimping
Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees
Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees
(OG Parker)
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)