Megan Thee Stallion – Tuned In Freestyle Lyrics
Tuned In Freestyle Lyrics by Megan Thee Stallion
The hotties, the secret hotties, all you motherfvckers
Since y’all hate a B!tch so much
The way broke B!tches coming for me, know it gotta be free
But I get paid when I show up
Pressed, stressed, obsessed, I got ’em
Everything I do keep another B!tch talking
Watching my back ’cause these dudes be stalking
Watching my plate got these broke hoes starving
Damn, you hoes hate me
Ridin’ d!ck so hard, havin’ babies
Y’all B!tches so ugh, stop it
Making everything but a deposit, yeah
Killin’ B!tches, send ’em to the Gulag
Hot girl sh!t, never let ’em cool off
Make him do what I say, he my voodoo doll
Backshots, balcony, we don’t care who saw
One thing about me that you need to know
I ain’t nothin’ like none of these average hoes
“‘Cause I fvcking want to” if they ask me “Why?”
I’m from the Southside, niqqas can’t make me cry (Ah)
niqqa, this head game lethal
Use my tongue, put thread through a needle
B!tch, I’m a movie, these hoes my sequels
Keep a pu$$y ho real tight like a kegal
Self esteem high, bank account full
Hoes goin’ blind tryna look at my jewels
a$$ real fat and my pu$$y get chewed
If I worried ’bout the hate, I’d be a damn f00l (f00l)
Love to talk sh!t, whole time, I’m laughing
I’ll never give a bum B!tch satisfaction
Why? I’m way too player
Hoes love saying they a demon, I’m a prayer
Drop a lil’ verse when they get to actin’ up
Put my hand in her face, send her back where she from, uh
B!tch, I’m ’bout my money
pu$$y out when I’m feelin’ real cunty
He like ’em thick with the accent country
Sell his soul for a sniff of my undies
I’ll walk the soul out you like some tennis shoes
I’m finna bust that pu$$y wide like ten-to-two
I got a niqqa, but I find some of you B!tches cute
Cut the convo short, fvck an interview
I wanna show my wild side, make ’em doot-doot-doot
I got these niqqas blushin’, lookin’ like they Pikachu
I’m the hot girl, feelin’ like Charizard
And he know he finna win if he get my card (Ah)