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letra de last week - chopnotslop remix - megan thee stallion

[intro: og ron c, megan thee stallion]
yeah, it’s megan thee stallion (mcv b-tch)
just gettin’ ready for that brand new ep, titled tina snow
ayy, yeah, stalli, summer ’17
chopped up not slopped up
ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, look

[verse 1]
okay, last week we was eatin’ peanut b-tter jelly (d-mn)
then i hit a l!ck, now we countin’ benja-mellys (okay)
met him in the telly, doin’ whatever he let me
i got love for my n-gga like i’m tionne off of belly (mwah)
everybody thinkin’ bad b-tches got it easy
well not the young ones on the grind gettin’ greazy
last week, i had to make a hunnid dollars stretch
every motherf-ckin’ night, i was eatin’ cheese eggs (okay)
b-tches tell stories ’cause these wh0res don’t know me (don’t know me)
see me by myself and got to trippin wit’ your homie
i bet if you touch me, you go missin’ like you dory (like you dory)
b-tch, that’s why your n-gga wanna kick it wit’ the horsey
uh-oh, i ain’t never ran from a ho (ran from a ho)
but i never let a b-tch get a stain on my clothes (no-oh)
ridin’ with my hands in the air
got your n-gga on the side with his fingers in my ooh, yeah, yeah
just bought a fifth of the henn’ (fifth of the henn’)
pocket full of white man, named benjamin (named benjamin)
lookin’ for a hot boy with some fine friends (with some fine friends)
and your baby daddy wanna be my boyfriend

[chorus]
b-tch, i’m from texas, rock all the best sh-t
and i walk slow for them eyes tryna catch this (for them eyes)
bad red head, make your whole clique lose it
boy, i know you wanna come kick it out in houston
b-tch, i’m from texas (ayy, ayy)
(h-town, h-town, h-town, yeah)
b-tch. i’m from texas
(ayy, ayy, 7-1-3, 2-8-1, 8-3-2)

[verse 2]
okay, last week sh-t was kinda bad (bad)
i be goin’ missin’ when i’m tryna get a bag (yeah)
i ain’t got no time for no n-gga tryna nag
’cause i’m in love with my money like my name mr. krabs (like my name mr. krabs)
and i got the winnin’ ticket, middle finger to them n-ggas and them b-tches
you was wishin’ that i’d stay slippin’, throwin’ all them peelings
you was dissin’, you ain’t see the vision, like your eyes was christian
tryna curse me, i just pray to god they keep the devil off me
stalli don’t bend or fold for no ho
don’t give convo to those i don’t know
n-ggas try to play me close to get my info
only time i disclose is when i disrobe
never gave a f-ck (f-ck), never gave a d-mn (d-mn)
and i’ma keep on grindin’ till these hoes know who i am
and i will come and take you for a hold of my hand
and b-tch, i best not catch you lookin’ at my f-ckin’ man (what?)
and when i’m with my crew (crew), just be cool (cool)
unless you wanna see some real b-tches act a fool (real b-tches act a fool)
and when i walk by (by), n-ggas just sty
they only make ’em like this on the southside

[verse 3]
sippin’ on mimosa, while he l!ck on my panocha (ahh)
collar round his neck that say “thee stallion” ’cause i own him
sippin’ on mimosa, while he l!ck on my panocha (ahh)
collar round his neck that say “thee stallion” ’cause i own him
sippin’ on mimosa, while he l!ck on my panocha (ahh)
collar round his neck that say “thee stallion” ’cause i own him
haters never see me, i ain’t hangin’ where it’s local (hangin’ where it’s local)
drink my henny outta china, black and boujie like i’m oprah
stallion for president, sn-tchin’ all the brethren (all the brethren)
foot up in a rap b-tch ass without no lubricant
she boring, i ain’t hearing it (nope), who the f-ck is hyping this? (who?)
there’s something off about her like she missin’ some ingredients (ugh)
i’m s-xual, no deviant, i like my man obedient (i like my man obedient)
don’t want it missionary ’cause that’s boring i need freaky sh-t
walk up in the house and bust a pipe, get it leakin’ sh-t
all up on my booty while you do me on some pinky sh-t
yes, i got big br–sts, so i like to say sh-t wit’ my chest
and i’m not sayin’ i’m not humble, i just feel like i’m the best
who’s my competition? it’s like all y’all the same b-tch
and y’all be beefin’, i’m a vegan, stupid b-tches make me itch
and i keep me a full set, i keep something nice around my neck
i keep a box around your n-gga ’cause i keep his ass in check
now i’m done with being broke so don’t get mad if i ain’t spoke
b-tch, i’m chillin’ out in houston, come and see me if you want (ahh)

- megan thee stallion

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