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Correct Last Week In H TX Lyrics
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Megan Thee Stallion
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Correct Last Week In H TX
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[Verse 1:] Okay, last week we was eatin' peanut butter jelly Then I hit a lick, now we countin' Benja-mellys Met him in the telly Doing whatever he let me I got love for my nigga like I'm Tionne off of Belly Everybody thinkin' bad bitches got it easy Well not the young ones on the grind gettin' greasy Last week I had to make a hunnid dollas stretch Every muthafuckin' night I was eatin' cheese eggs Bitches tell these stories cuz these whores don't know me See me by myself and got to trippin wit' yo' homie I bet if you touch me, you go missin' like you Dory Bitch that's why yo' nigga wanna kick it wit' the horsey [Pre-Hook:] Uh-oh I ain't never ran from a hoe And I never let a bitch get a stain on my clothes (no-o) Ridin' with me hands in the air Got yo' nigga on the side with his fingers on my ooh-yeah yeah Just bought a fifth of the Hen' Pocket full of white men named Benjamin Looking for a hot boy with some fine friends And yo' baby daddy wanna be my boyfriend [Hook:] Bitch I'm from Texas, rock all the best shit And I walk slow for them eyes tryna catch this (?), make yo' whole clique lose it Boy I know you wanna come kick it out in Houston Bitch I'm from Texas (Aye, aye H-town... H-town... H-town) Bitch I'm from Texas (7-1-3...2-8-1...8-3-2) [Verse 2:] Okay, last week shit was kinda bad I be goin' missin' when I'm tryna get a bag I ain't got no time for no nigga tryna nag Cuz I'm in love wit' my money like my name Mr. Krabs And I got the winnin' ticket Middle finger to them niggas and them bitches You was wishin' that I'd stay slippin' Throwin' all them peelings You was dissin' You ain't see the vision, like you eyes was Christian Tryna curse me, I just pray to God they keep the devil off Stalli don't bend or fold for no hoe Don't give convo to those I don't know Niggas try to play me close to get my info Only time I disclose is when I disrobe Never gave a fuck Never gave a damn And I'ma keep grindin' til these hoes know who I am And I will come and take you for a hold of my hand And bitch I bet not catch you lookin' at my fuckin' man And when I'm with my crew, just be cool Unless you wanna see some real bitches act a fool And when I walk by Niggas just sty They only make 'em like this on the southside [Hook:] Bitch I'm from Texas, rock all the best shit And I walk slow for them eyes tryna catch this (?), make yo' whole clique lose it Boy I know you wanna come kick it out in Houston Bitch I'm from Texas (Aye, aye H-town... H-town... H-town) Bitch I'm from Texas (7-1-3...2-8-1...8-3-2) [Verse 3:] Sippin' on mimosa, while he lick on my pinocha (ahh!) (?) around his neck that say "Stallion" cuz I own him Haters never see me, I ain't hangin' where it's local Drink my henny outta china, black and boujee like I'm Oprah Stallion for president Snatchin' all the brethren Foot up in a rap bitch ass without no lubricant She's borin', I ain't hearing it Who the fuck is hypin' this? It's something off about her like she missin' some ingredients I'm sexual, no deviant I like my man obedient Don't want it missionary cuz it's boring I need freaky shit Walk up in the house and bust a pipe Get it leakin' shit All up on my booty while you do me on some Pinky shit Yes I got big breasts, so I like to say shit 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 that same bitch And y'all be beefin', I'm a vegan Stupid bitches make me itch And I keep me a full set I keep some ice around my neck I keep a box around yo' nigga cuz I keep his ass in check Now I'm done wit' bein' broke So don't get mad if I ain't spoke Bitch I'm chillin out in Houston come and see me if you want Ahh!
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