Meg the Stallion

TK got the keys Joe

Uh, I stroke your body like this keyboard

Probably heard this before, we don't even need chords

Fuck you like I love you, but I'm never in my feelings

On your scale, getting messy, chromatically intended, uh

Really tryna go off, stick it in you, make you curl your toes up

Might just make you throw up

I can't believe this lil' bitch did this, yah

She wiped it off, she got on top, to ride this seated, bustin'

Nasty as fuck, I think she get it from her mama

I don't know her name, but I bet I know her number

Ready for war, I'm now gonna hit you with this hammer

Know you seen him like this, you know I'm bringin' thunder

Oh, I stroke your body like this keyboard

Probably heard this before, we don't even need chords

Fuck you like I love you, but I'm never in my feelings

On your scale, getting messy, chromatically intended, uh

Really tryna go off, stick it in you, make you curl your toes up

Might just make you throw up

I can't believe this lil' bitch did this, yah

She wiped it off, she got on top, to ride this seated, bustin'

Know it ain't no proposition, treat you like the opposition

Pussy too good, man, I cannot find the right position

I don't even like positions, I'm just tryna hold you up

Fuckin' with them young ****, baby, they don't know enough

Learn from them old heads, hoes give them old heads

She gon' suck that dick and make that sound, you're like a moped

She gon' suck that dick and make that sound, you're like a moped

Uh, I stroke your body like this keyboard

Probably heard this before, we don't even need chords

Fuck you like I love you, but I'm never in my feelings

On your scale, getting messy, chromatically intended, uh

Really tryna go off, stick it in you, make you curl your toes up

Might just make you throw up

I can't believe this lil' bitch did this, yah

She wiped it off, she got on top, to ride this seated, bustin'

She's a rider, only feel good when it's inside her

She gon' play her part, don't fuck the vibes up

Fuckin' to the beat, she tryna fuck your mind up

But your time's up

I'm gon' coop out with my sherry, yah

Grab it by the hair, I'm puttin' dick all in her belly

Pull on her, we're prepared, okay

X-rated, I ain't with the talkin'

We could do this often, you ain't gotta get off it, uh

Uh, I stroke your body like this keyboard (like this keyboard)

Probably heard this before, we don't even need chords

Fuck you like I love you, but I'm never in my feelings

On your scale, getting messy (never in my feelings), chromatically intended, uh

Really tryna go off (go off), stick it in you, make you curl your toes up (curl your toes up)

Might just make you throw up (throw up)

I can't believe this lil' bitch did this, yah

She wiped it off, she got on top, to ride this seated, bustin'

Strokin' on your keyboard, hmm, no-no-no-no

Strokin' on your keyboard, hmm, no-no-no-no, no-no-no-no