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L.A. Leakers – Freestyle #148

"L.A. Leakers – Freestyle #148" Lyrics by Megan Thee Stallion

Ayy

Ass move like water but I’m known to be a solid bitch

All that fuckin’ hating y’all be doin’, it ain’t stoppin’ shit

I don’t need a watch for me to let him know what time it is

You grown now, I ain’t doin’ nothin’ that your mama did

Never gave a fuck like that, I ain’t never broke my hymen, uh

I rock Louis slippers ’cause I’m always out here sliding, ayy

She say I’m a ho because her nigga on my body, uh

Guess I got her mad ’cause a ho like me be shining, ayy

I’m a Texas bitch, I ain’t scared of shit, yes, thick girls can take dick

I don’t really fuck with none of y’all, y’all can miss me with that handshake shit

Fucked up, like, “What’s up?,” when I walk in, put your cups up

I’m with the nigga with the big pockets or the bad bitch with the big butt

Hot girl, I be playin’ dumb because these niggas be lame-o’s

These niggas get to poppin’ Percs and want a bitch to suck on they playdough

42, that weren’t me talkin’, please, stop all that damn stalkin’

These niggas wanna take shots then fall in love, I was just talking

These bitches don’t like me but I got to make ’em hate me, uh

How you wanna be me, at the same time wanna shade me? Uh

I be makin’ money on the motherfuckin’ daily, uh

Got my label mad but them niggas got to pay me, ayy

Who y’all hoes be talking to? Ignore y’all how your father do

Until one of y’all hoes say my name, no, I can’t acknowledge you

Bitch, you on your first Rollie, ain’t shit ’bout your wrist flooded

Talk to me when you really make it, when you get done with all of that dick suckin’

I run shit, regulate it, niggas and these bitches hatin’

Don’t compare me to these other rappers, keep us separated

They be tootin’ white, I drink brown, bitch, we segregated

They be chasin’ niggas through they city, I be chasin’ paper

Yeah, now what you wanna do?

A bitch want beef, I’ma pull up, like, “Moo!”

But I don’t wanna fight, we can take it to the booth

‘Cause you know I blew a bag on my hair and my shoes

Bitch, you know I treat these niggas like hors d’oeuvres on the table

I take a little bite and I might get me some for later

But I don’t get full ’cause there’s way too many flavors

But if that shit was banging, I may have to pack a plate up

Ahaha, yeah

Megan The Stallion goin’ crazy

Real motherfuckin’ hot girl shit

Don’t compare- Don’t compare her to the other rappers

Don’t compare me to these other rappers (You feel me?)

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