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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Megan Thee Stallion
Megan Thee Stallion
Vocals
GloRilla
GloRilla
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Go Grizzly
Go Grizzly
Songwriter
Megan Pete
Megan Pete
Songwriter
Timothy Bradley Mckibbins
Timothy Bradley Mckibbins
Songwriter
Jaucquez Lowe
Jaucquez Lowe
Songwriter
Julius Rivera III
Julius Rivera III
Songwriter
Morris Jones
Morris Jones
Songwriter
Gloria Woods
Gloria Woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Executive Producer
B100
B100
Producer
London Jae
London Jae
Producer
Aaron "thank Aaron" Bolton
Aaron "thank Aaron" Bolton
Recording Engineer
Ashley Whitaker
Ashley Whitaker
Assistant Recording Engineer
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Recording Engineer
Jorge Ace Taveras
Jorge Ace Taveras
Engineer
Dominique "@Cookisdope" Cook
Dominique "@Cookisdope" Cook
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dylan Spence
Dylan Spence
Assistant Recording Engineer
Trinity “Aux” Wohlfers
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Go Grizzly
Go Grizzly
Producer

Lyrics

GloRilla How the fuck I look, bitch? (Go Grizz) Real hot girl shit On the gang, gang Yeah, yeah, hmm, hmm, ah Gang, gang 40-inch jet black bustdown (okay) Every fuckin' watch I get, I bust down (okay) Heard a bitch don't like me, hoe, I'm in your town (what's up, hoe?) Drop the lo', I'm pullin' up, it's goin' down (it's goin' down) Just rode by the cemetery (boom, boom, boom), it's plenty room for hoes Fuck the money missionary (huh), got plenty room for more (okay) Man, all these bitches scary (on God), I know a few of those (on gang) Fuck I look like beefin' with some bitches that be sharin' clothes (huh?) How I look fuckin' on a nigga that got less than me? How I look callin' bitches out that can't get next to me? How I look checkin' for a nigga that don't check for me? How I look not bettin' on myself? Glo the recipe (real hot girl shit) How I look beefin' with a bitch without no motion? (What?) That hoe only want some smoke 'cause I'm the hottest shit that's smokin' I ain't goin' back and forth, bitch, this ain't the US Open (the US Open) If he meet me, better pack it up 'cause, bitch, you know it's over (yeah, yeah, yeah) How I look beefin' with a bitch about a nigga? (Hmm) How I look arguin' with a goofy bitch on Twitter? (Hmm) How I look confessin' to these niggas 'bout my bodies? (Niggas 'bout my bodies?) When he a hoe too, and he still gon' give me sloppy (yeah, yeah, yeah, ah) How I look turnin' up and leavin' all my bitches out? How I look goin' up and laughin' when them haters doubt? How I look pullin' up in shit I know they can't pronounce? How I look laughin' to the bank with my titties out? How I look? Ask your man (yeah, yeah) How I look? Ask a fan (yeah, yeah) How I look? Ask a hater (yeah, yeah) How I look? Ask the 'Gram (yeah, yeah) How I look? Ask your friends (yeah, yeah) How I look? Ask the cam (yeah, yeah) Fuck these hoes doggy style how I'm on these bitches' ass (woah, woah, woah, woah) Just rode by the cemetery (boom, boom, boom), it's plenty room for hoes Fuck the money missionary (huh), got plenty room for more (okay) Man, all these bitches' scary (on God), I know a few of those (on gang) Fuck I look like beefin' with some bitches that be sharin' clothes? (Huh?)
Writer(s): Julius Rivera Iii, Kevin Andre Price, Jaucquez Marcus Lowe, Gloria Woods, Timothy Bradley Mckibbins, Morris Jones, Megan Jovon Ruth Pete Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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