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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Megan Thee Stallion
Megan Thee Stallion
Vocals
GloRilla
GloRilla
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Megan Pete
Megan Pete
Songwriter
Benjamin Wilson
Benjamin Wilson
Songwriter
Gloria Woods
Gloria Woods
Songwriter
Joel Banks
Joel Banks
Songwriter
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Songwriter
Taylor Banks
Taylor Banks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Bankroll Got It
Bankroll Got It
Producer
Ben10k
Ben10k
Producer
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Recording Engineer
Aaron "thank Aaron" Bolton
Aaron "thank Aaron" Bolton
Recording Engineer
Chris Weaver
Chris Weaver
Assistant Engineer
Dominique "@Cookisdope" Cook
Dominique "@Cookisdope" Cook
Assistant Engineer
Maysin Sexton
Maysin Sexton
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, keep tellin' yourself I ain't the shit, bitch, maybe one day you'll believe it Hm (GloRilla) Real hot girl shit (ah, ayy) I'm thicker than my accent (accent) And niggas love that shit (yeah, yeah) Pretendin' he don't understand me (huh?) So we can talk again (talk again) You don't look as good as me (good as me) So, bitch, don't call me twin (call me twin) Thought he was a city boy 'Til he met a country bitch (ah) I keep a nigga in his feelings (ooh), I wake up pissin' off bitches (ah) They all be talkin' to the wall (yeah), I make 'em question they existence (yeah, huh) If gettin' money was a sport, I'm showin' out at the Olympics (okay, okay, okay) Next nigga I make famous, I'm collectin' my commission (commission) Bitch, I'm thicker than your bifocals (ah, ah, ah), all my denim be double-knitted Boy, I'm thicker than your bloodline, thicker than a Popeye's biscuit (ah) Waist slim, ass fat, the ratio is so scientific (yeah, yeah, yeah) You would think that "through thick and thin" was a phrase that I invented (hm) On they neck like a Dallas shag, talk shit like I'm Pimp Chad (hm) Since Chanel went up on the price, I know hoes ain't got this bag (I know hoes ain't got this bag) They dick ride, then they start dissin', I ain't fuckin' with the ass-kissin' (no) What the fuck is hoes talkin' 'bout? (Uh) Lookin' for me? I was never missin' (ah) I'm thicker than my accent (accent) And niggas love that shit (yeah, yeah) Pretendin' he don't understand me (huh?) So we can talk again You don't look as good as me (good as me) So, bitch, don't call me twin (call me twin) Thought he was a city boy 'Til he met a country bitch (yeah, ah) I'm thicker than my accent (yeah, accent) And niggas love that shit (yeah, yeah) Pretendin' he don't understand me (hello?) So we can talk again (talk again) You don't look as good as me (good as me) So, bitch, don't call me twin (call me twin) Thought he was a city boy (GloRilla, woo) 'Til he met a country bitch (ah) Whatever I do be cool, niggas love a Memphis bitch (on God) Anything I do gon' turn him on, I do some simple shit (facts) You gon' let that nigga do whatever 'cause you a simple bitch (ho') I do what these niggas do, I don't tolerate no hypocrites (the fuck?) I'ma throw an R in any word that got a U in it (hey) Why you keep on rappin' 'bout that switch when you ain't usin' it? (Nah, I'm sayin') My nigga caught me cheatin', I told him, "Bae, I was just usin' him" (for real) He told me, "Hit his line whenever I need him," so I'm abusin' it (haha) True Religion, I feel like a stallion, horseshoes on my ass (woo) It's been two years, why you still speakin' on me? Ho', I know you mad (haha) He never had no country bitch, he say he wanna try him one (ayy) He like the way I pronounce Cuban, told that nigga buy me one (on God, God) I'm thicker than my accent (my accent) And niggas love that shit Pretend that he don't understand me (huh) So we can talk again (woo) You don't look as good as me (bitch) So, bitch, don't call me twin Thought he was a city boy 'Til he met a country bitch (ayy) I'm the one hoes tryna be (yup), Big Ben couldn't clock the tea (ah) Put a Scat Pack in a bitch back (ho), bet she still couldn't keep up with me (whoa, whoa, whoa) Shoot my shot at you if I want you, I don't give a fuck 'bout your ho' (uh) To be honest, these niggas bitches, I'm the realest nigga that I know (ayy, on God) I just smoked with my lil' sis, and I'm at your door with it (ho), right or wrong (ha) From the M to the H with it (yeah, yeah), they know what the fuck goin' on (go, go, go) Ain't no room up in this club, all my ass done took it up (whoa) They don't know if it's for the strippers or all 'em ones they threw for us (ha) I'm thicker than my accent (accent, yeah) And niggas love that shit (yeah, yeah) Pretendin' he don't understand me (huh?) So we can talk again (talk again) You don't look as good as me (good as me) So, bitch, don't call me twin (call me twin) Thought he was a city boy 'Til he met a country bitch (yeah, ah) I'm thicker than my accent (yeah, accent) And niggas love that shit (yeah, yeah) Pretendin' he don't understand me (hello?) So we can talk again (talk again) You don't look as good as me (good as me) So, bitch, don't call me twin (call me twin) Thought he was a city boy 'Til he met a country bitch (hey, ah)
Writer(s): Megan J. Pete, Taylor Banks, Joel Banks, Shawn Jermaine Jarrett, Benjamin Mcgregor Wilson, Gloria Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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