Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hot Girl, artist - Megan Thee Stallion. Album song Tina Snow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 1501 Certified, 300 Entertainment
Song language: English
Hot Girl |
Yeah, yeah |
I put that 15−0-1 chain around my neck and now it’s lit, ay! |
All the hot girls make it pop, pop, pop (Pop, pop) |
Bad bitches with the bag say «ah-ya-ya» |
If he ain’t talking 'bout no money tell him «bye, bye, bye"(Boy bye!) |
And if you see a mad hoe tell her «hah hah hah» |
Hey! |
Don’t get mad hoe, get a bag hoe |
Don’t get mad hoe, get a bag hoe |
Don’t get mad hoe, fuck a broke hoe |
Don’t get mad hoe, get a bag hoe |
Spicy, pricey |
Neck and wrist icy |
Bitch it’s money-making Megan, hoe — she like me |
I rode it, a soldier |
A hot girl, he want it |
Pull up in that 'Masera', getting top on lock (Skrr) |
They still tryna find a thang that I can’t do |
I told her «If you go against me, you a damn fool!"(Bitch you dumb) |
But keep talking 'bout me, bitch, that’s all you can do (Oh, okay!) |
But keep my cat up out ya mouth, cause that’s ya man’s food |
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (She like 'what?') |
I know you crunk, but lil' bih, please watch my shoes (Goddamn!) |
I’m not the DJ but I will make ya body move (Goddamn!) |
Watch ya' mouth before I leave here with your boo |
All the hot girls make it pop, pop, pop |
Bad bitches with the bag say «ah-ya-ya» |
If he ain’t talking 'bout no money tell him «bye, bye, bye"(Boy bye!) |
And if you see a mad hoe tell her «hah-hah-hah» |
Hey! |
Don’t get mad hoe, get a bag hoe! |
Don’t get mad hoe, get a bag hoe! |
Don’t get mad hoe, fuck a broke hoe! |
Don’t get mad hoe, get a bag hoe! |
Lil' thundercat, throw it back — he can’t handle that |
I’on want to talk unless a nigga finna throw a stack |
Bad attitude, but I’m cute so he call me back |
I’mma need that head, give me neck like a vertebra |
Check my body |
Oochie wally, where ya' wallet? |
If I take yo' nigga it’s nothing you can do about it (Not at all) |
I’m the fucking hottie |
I’m not yo' momma or your partner, so don’t play with me |
Bitch, I’m from Texas, we get rowdy |
I got my hands up on my knees |
I’m 'bout to work him out his jeans |
He get behind me, I’mma QB throw it back and wide receive |
Yo' nigga wish he had me |
Boy yo' BM ashy |
And I’m cocoa-buttered down |
Pretty brown, Bad B |
Ay! |
All the hot girls make it pop, pop, pop |
Bad bitches with the bag say «ah-ya-ya» |
If he ain’t talking 'bout no money tell him «bye, bye, bye"(Boy bye!) |
And if you see a mad hoe tell her «hah-hah-hah» |
Hey! |
Don’t get mad hoe, get a bag hoe! |
Don’t get mad hoe, get a bag hoe! |
Don’t get mad hoe, fuck a broke hoe! |
Don’t get mad hoe, get a bag hoe! |
I can make ya' man do what I want him to do |
Cause when he seen me, he ain’t want to fuck with you |
I point down at this candy, told him what he finna chew |
And tease you with the nigga |
Nah nee, nah nee, boo-boo |
I want some money, yeah, I want some money |
And he gone bring it to Megan, do what I say like it’s Mommy |
I wrap that dick like a mummy, he do not run when I’m cumming |
He open up and he catch it |
He suck these titties, these legends |
I throw that booty, he fetch it |
This pussy really a present |
I got the Michael, that Thriller |
These bitches hiding they niggas |
I got that 'Now' and that 'Later' |
He gone eat through the paper |
He tryna eat through these panties |
He bob his head like it’s jammin' |
All the hot girls make it pop, pop, pop |
Bad bitches with the bag say «ah-ya-ya» |
If he ain’t talking 'bout no money tell him «bye, bye, bye"(Boy bye!) |
And if you see a mad hoe tell her «hah-hah-hah» |
Hey! |
Don’t get mad hoe, get a bag hoe! |
Don’t get mad hoe, get a bag hoe! |
Don’t get mad hoe, fuck a broke hoe! |
Don’t get mad hoe, get a bag hoe! |
Ah! |