Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last Week in H Tx, artist - Megan Thee Stallion. Album song Make It Hot, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.09.2017
Record label: CD Baby
Song language: English
Last Week in H Tx |
Ayy, yeah, Stalli, summer '17 |
Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, look |
Okay, last week we was eatin' peanut butter jelly (Damn) |
Then I hit a lick, now we countin' Benja-mellys (Okay) |
Met him in the telly, doin' whatever he let me |
I got love for my nigga like I’m Tionne off of Belly (Mwah) |
Everybody thinkin' bad bitches got it easy |
Well not the young ones on the grind gettin' greazy |
Last week, I had to make a hunnid dollars stretch |
Every motherfuckin' night, I was eatin' cheese eggs (Okay) |
Bitches tell stories 'cause these whores 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) |
Bitch, that’s why your nigga 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 bitch get a stain on my clothes (No-oh) |
Ridin' with my hands in the air |
Got your nigga 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 |
Bitch, I’m from Texas, rock all the best shit |
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 |
Bitch, I’m from Texas (Ayy, ayy) |
Bitch. |
I’m from Texas |
(Ayy, ayy, 7−1-3, 2−8-1, 8−3-2) |
Okay, last week shit was kinda bad (Bad) |
I be goin' missin' when I’m tryna get a bag (Yeah) |
I ain’t got no time for no nigga 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 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 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 |
Niggas try to play me close to get my info |
Only time I disclose is when I disrobe |
Never gave a fuck (Fuck), never gave a damn (Damn) |
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 bitch, I best not catch you lookin' at my fuckin' man (What?) |
And when I’m with my crew (Crew), just be cool (Cool) |
Unless you wanna see some real bitches act a fool (Real bitches act a fool) |
And when I walk by (By), niggas just sty |
They only make 'em like this on the Southside |
Bitch, I’m from Texas, rock all the best shit |
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 |
Bitch, I’m from Texas (Ayy, ayy) |
Bitch. |
I’m from Texas |
(Ayy, ayy, 7−1-3, 2−8-1, 8−3-2) |
Sippin' on mimosa, while he lick 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, snatchin' all the brethren (All the brethren) |
Foot up in a rap bitch ass without no lubricant |
She boring, I ain’t hearing it (Nope), who the fuck is hyping this? |
(Who?) |
There’s something off about her like she missin' some ingredients (Ugh) |
I’m sexual, no deviant, I like my man obedient (I like my man obedient) |
Don’t want it missionary 'cause that’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 the 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 something nice around my neck |
I keep a box around your nigga 'cause I keep his ass in check |
Now I’m done with being 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) |