Tag: City Girls

Megan Thee Stallion – Do It On The Tip Lyrics

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[Intro: Megan Thee Stallion, Yung Miami & JT]
Real hot girl shit
(Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it)
And the motherfuckin’ City Girls
(Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it)

[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
I would never trip about any old dick (Yeah)
If my heart broke, it’s nothin’ that my jeweler won’t fix (That my jeweler won’t fix)
Put some ice on my chest just to cool my shit (Brr)
And I keep me a fur, ’cause I’m a real cold bitch, ayy (Ah)
I’m a cold bitch, yes, I’m a cold piece
Lookin’ for a Mr. Freeze to get froze like me (Like me)
Got a lot of cold stones, and I ain’t talkin’ ice cream (Ice cream)
Put my arm to the sun, bet I melt your wholе team
Okay, now can I take your order? I’ma sеrve ’em what they wanted (Yeah)
Bitches thinkin’ they the shit when they really toilet water (When they really toilet water)
They don’t go against me, they gon’ go bar for bar? (Bar for bar?)
I’ma get ’em in the end like Simba did Scar (Ayy)
Oh, shit, I think I’m pregnant, but I don’t see no belly (I don’t see it)
These bitches tryna come my way before they even ready (They premature)
They say I got the skills, they say I got the look (I got the look)
I got so many bars, they puttin’ money on my books, hey (On my books)
Be mad at them niggas how you be mad at me (Bitch)
He got you lookin’ stupid, but you wanna argue with me (Huh?)
I got a couple of bitches mad ’cause I don’t fuck with them no more (I don’t fuck with them no more)
But since you say you so unbothered, what you speaking on me for? (Shh)

[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it

[Verse 2: JT & Yung Miami]
Top-notch bitch, I’m A-listed (Huh?)
This City Girl shit, can’t flex like this
Old country-ass bitch can’t dress like this (Can’t)
Bye, do it on the dick and a bitch (Period)
Clap this ass on that dick, I’ma spazz on that dick
Go to sleep, take a nap, I’ma crash on that dick
I won’t beg for no dick, I won’t cry for no dick
If your dick broke, nigga, put a cast on that dick
Rich with an attitude, R-W-A (You is)
Bitch, I got kids, I know how you hoes play (You do)
Ice cube, peanut pussy, eat it, soufflé (Ow)
These hoes my sons, I should call ’em O’Shea
Fuckboys, I ain’t pressed for ’em (At all)
I need a nigga with a Patek and a TEC on him (Ice, ice, ice)
Big dick, Chrome Hearts, and baguettes on him
If he got the bread, I’ma do the rest for him, period

[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it

[Verse 3: Megan Thee Stallion]
Ayy, real bitch, but that body built like a doll (Like a doll)
I ain’t in no competition with these hoes at all (With these hoes at all)
I should own a bakery way niggas bring the cake to me (Ah)
And if that boy a baller, I bet I can make him play for me
Okay, now, do it for a real bitch (Yeah), buy a bitch a real bag (Buy a bitch a real bag)
Before I pick the wrong nigga, make sure your friends tagged (Who is he?)
Do it for them bitches and they friends who be big mad (Ah)
I know my haters watchin’, so I do it for they bitch-ass

[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it

[Outro: Megan Thee Stallion]
Baow, baow
Brr, brr
Baow, baow-baow-baow
Brr, brr, brr
Baow, baow
Brr, brr
Baow, baow-baow-baow

Moneybagg Yo – Said Sum (Remix) Lyrics

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[Intro: JT]
Yeah (Turn me up, YC)
JT

[Verse 1: JT]
Uh, fuck nigga, I don’t wanna hear it (Nah)
Ain’t talkin’ the bag, I couple my ears
I hop in the Lamb’, I’m switchin’ the gears (Skrrt)
My bitches is ballin’, make these niggas chill
Audemars, baguettes with the crushed face (Ice, ice)
I leave a bitch mad with the stuck face (Ha)
Who the fuck are hoes playin’ wit’ anyways? (What?)
City Girls make ’em wish like Ray J (Let me talk to ’em)
All these niggas wanna fuck JT (They do)
Hellcat, this a SRT (Skrrt, skrrt), pull up, G-Wag’, ’63 (Ow)
Make a fifty-five suck they teeth
He wanna mеnage with that new body (Ow)
Man, you niggas can’t fuck with me
‘Causе I came from the bottom (Yeah, yeah)
From the Feds to the [?] (Yeah, yeah)
Broke bitches ain’t sayin’ a thing (Period, yeah)

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
I tell her, “Shut the fuck up,” when I hit it
Fucked up her hair, she just did it (Let’s go)
I’m really fuckin’ ’round with his lil’ boo on the low (Ooh)
Went to fuck but he said I couldn’t hear ’em (Shut up, lil’ nigga)
I keep the head while I drive, almost fucked in my ride (Skrrt)
Had a hand full of hair while I’m steerin’ (I’m serious)
She rippin’ off my Amiris
She love to get hit, she pull up on her period (Period)
I thought somebody said, “That’s your wifey, dawg” (Huh?)
Fuck everybody, don’t like ’em all (Go)
His bitch love me ’cause I fuck like a dog (Woo)
I got this shit on, nigga, wipe me off (Yeah)
I hop out the backseat just like a boss (Woo)
I two-tone the Maybach, my seats Ronald Reagan
It came with a pillow, I came from the pavement
Thought somebody said I ain’t made it (Go)

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
Huh? (What?)
Ah, I thought a broke nigga said somethin’ (Ah)
Talkin’ shit but they still ain’t sayin nothin’ (Ain’t sayin’ nothin’)
We gon’ trap this bitch out ’til the feds come (Run it up, run it up)
Huh? (What she say?)
Ah, I thought a pussy ho said somethin’ (Ah)
How it go when I’m talkin, you listen (Just listen)
Cut her off ’cause she spoke on the business (Go)

[Verse 3: Yung Miami]
You broke ass bitch, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
When I hold up my wrist, it’s sayin’ somethin’ (Yeah)
Your nigga, he know, ’cause he payin’ somethin’ (Damn)
I ball on these bitches like and one
Swish, bitch, I’m the shit, QC the clique, we rich as a bitch
Yeah, ayy, Miami, I’m lit, Patek on my wrist
Bought it, the drip, my jewelry sick (Ice)
Pneumonia pink diamonds, got the corona (Ugh, ugh)
Moneybagg Runtz, that’s the aroma (Woo)
This ain’t no med’ from Arizona
Bitch, I’m serious (Real), period (Period)
All that ho shit, I ain’t hearin’ it
My niggas pull up with sticks, they clearin’ it (Brrt)
Yeah, me and JT, we killin’ it, period

[Verse 4: Moneybagg Yo]
I thought a nigga who watch what I do
But he can’t get his bitch back sayin’ somethin’ (Tough)
Is it true that he postin’ another nigga money?
Prolly, I don’t put that past him (Maybe it’s up)
I thought a ho that be speakin’ on me
But be fuckin’ a broke nigga sayin’ somethin’ (Listen)
Hold up, lil’ bitch, get a nigga that’s lit
I’m the whole loaf, he the bread crumbs (Go)
Rappers with these mixed feelings (What?)
I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ ’em (Nope)
Like a Richard Mille, let me know what time it is
Bagg, where the Runtz at? (Huh?) Know you got it on you
‘Posed to be smell-proof, bustin’ out the vacuum seal
These niggas lil’ boy, childish, Fisher-Price
Confidence in ’em like cocky so get it right
She bendin’ over but I want some head first
I don’t even wanna know what the pussy like
Trippin’ to close to father so I’m ballin’
It’s crazy, my opp got shot but I ain’t call it (Sike, slow up)
I come around, niggas gon’ put they ho up
These bitches stay on my channel, yeah
Must’ve seen me on TV, yeah
It took me six hours to count a mill’, exactly
I’m accurate with that cheese, yeah (Big bag)

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
Huh? (What?)
Ah, I thought a broke nigga said somethin’ (Ah)
Talkin’ shit but they still ain’t sayin nothin’ (Ain’t sayin’ nothin’)
We gon’ trap this bitch out ’til the feds come (Run it up, run it up)
Huh? (What she say?)
Ah, I thought a pussy ho said somethin’ (Ah)
How it go when I’m talkin, you listen (Just listen)
Cut her off ’cause she spoke on the business (Go)