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Name Taken - Hold On For Your Dearest Life Lyrics

Megan's Piano by Megan Thee Stallion




Megan's Piano
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it

Big ass chain round my neck so these niggas know I'm rich and I don't need sh*t but the dick
Big ass stack in this purse so these niggas know I'm workin', I'm holdin' this Glock in my Birkin
Niggas gotta hold that L tryna come for my pen, I'm really finna make another M
Now tell me how the f**k I'm in the wrong if I don't want the nigga and he still ain't f**kin' with the b**ch

I be working, I make moves in silence
Hoes might've never liked me and I'm fine with it
Nasty, I'm a real nigga fantasy
I'll drop dead 'fore a broke nigga handle me
D'USSÉ (D'USSÉ), this rich b**ch energy
Y'all lil' hoes still drinkin' that Hennessy
Messy, and I'm sick of y'all tryin' it
b**ch got our seats but ain't never finna buy sh*t

Sorry, hoes hate me 'cause I'm the it girl
I ain't never asked to be the sh*t, girl
Don't call me "sis," 'cause I'm not your sister
You really need to come and get your mister
Seein' all my opps linked up in a picture
Everybody look busted, injured
Stalkin' my page, b**ch probably wanna scissor
All in her mouth like I kissed her

I be working, I make moves in silence
Hoes might've never liked me and I'm fine with it
Nasty, I'm a real nigga fantasy
I'll drop dead 'fore a broke nigga handle me
D'USSÉ (D'USSÉ), this rich b**ch energy
Y'all lil' hoes still drinkin' that Hennessy
Messy, and I'm sick of y'all tryin' it
b**ch got our seats but ain't never finna buy sh*t

Bad b**ches run in my pack, gang sh*t
Cartier frames, 'bout a b**ch on some lame sh*t
Broke niggas all in my way, clear 'em
Chains ain't makin' no noise? They ain't big enough
Wildin', on a boat on an island
When I throw it back, bet I make him throw the towel in
I got a nigga, but I don't need one
He f**k up, I'ma have my fun
Teacup, I can fit a b**ch in my purse
Which one of y'all wanna go first?
Spicy, ain't a b**ch out built like me
I run sh*t, probably how I got a deal with Nike
Beefing? You just made we ain't speaking
And I'm the one that put the roof where you sleeping
Phoney, I don't need no new homies
I'm the reason all my opps ain't homeless (Ah)




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