Tuned in Freestyle Songtext
von Megan Thee Stallion
Tuned in Freestyle Songtext
This goes out to all y′all tuned in
The hotties, the secret hotties, all you motherfuckers (what Juicy say? He be like)
(Shut the fuck up)
Talk about something y'all like, stop talking ′bout me
Since y'all hate a bitch so much
The way broke bitches 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 bitch talking
Watching my back ′cause these dudes be stalking
Watching my plate, got these broke hoes starving
Damn, you hoes hate me
Riding dick so hard, having babies
Y′all bitches so ugh, stop it
Making everything, but a deposit, yeah
Killing bitches, send 'em to the Gulag
Hot girl shit, 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 nothing like none of these average hoes
"'Cause I fucking want to", if they ask me why
I′m from the Southside, niggas can't make me cry, ah
Nigga, this head game lethal
Use my tongue, put thread through a needle
Bitch, I'm a movie, these hoes my sequels
Keep a pussy hoe real tight like a kegel, yeah
Self-esteem high, bank account full
Hoes going blind tryna look at my jewels
Ass real fat and my pussy get chewed
If I worry ′bout the hate, I′ll be a damn fool, hahaha
If I was worried 'bout y′all niggas how y'all be worried about me
I′ll be fucked up too (ayy)
Your Instagram account seeing more interactions
Than your bank account seeing any transactions
Love to talk shit, whole time, I'm laughing
I′ll never give a bum bitch 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 acting up
Put my hand in her face, send her back where she from, uh
Bitch, I′m 'bout my money
Pussy out when I′m feeling 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 pussy wide like ten-to-two
I got a nigga, but I find some of you bitches cute
Cut the convo′ short, fuck an interview
And when I show my wild side, make 'em doo-doo-doo
I got these niggas blushing, looking like they Pikachu
I'm the hot girl, feeling like Charizard
And he know he finna win if he get my card, ah
Ahaha, real motherfucking hot girl shit!
Ah
The hotties, the secret hotties, all you motherfuckers (what Juicy say? He be like)
(Shut the fuck up)
Talk about something y'all like, stop talking ′bout me
Since y'all hate a bitch so much
The way broke bitches 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 bitch talking
Watching my back ′cause these dudes be stalking
Watching my plate, got these broke hoes starving
Damn, you hoes hate me
Riding dick so hard, having babies
Y′all bitches so ugh, stop it
Making everything, but a deposit, yeah
Killing bitches, send 'em to the Gulag
Hot girl shit, 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 nothing like none of these average hoes
"'Cause I fucking want to", if they ask me why
I′m from the Southside, niggas can't make me cry, ah
Nigga, this head game lethal
Use my tongue, put thread through a needle
Bitch, I'm a movie, these hoes my sequels
Keep a pussy hoe real tight like a kegel, yeah
Self-esteem high, bank account full
Hoes going blind tryna look at my jewels
Ass real fat and my pussy get chewed
If I worry ′bout the hate, I′ll be a damn fool, hahaha
If I was worried 'bout y′all niggas how y'all be worried about me
I′ll be fucked up too (ayy)
Your Instagram account seeing more interactions
Than your bank account seeing any transactions
Love to talk shit, whole time, I'm laughing
I′ll never give a bum bitch 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 acting up
Put my hand in her face, send her back where she from, uh
Bitch, I′m 'bout my money
Pussy out when I′m feeling 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 pussy wide like ten-to-two
I got a nigga, but I find some of you bitches cute
Cut the convo′ short, fuck an interview
And when I show my wild side, make 'em doo-doo-doo
I got these niggas blushing, looking like they Pikachu
I'm the hot girl, feeling like Charizard
And he know he finna win if he get my card, ah
Ahaha, real motherfucking hot girl shit!
Ah
Writer(s): Jordan Michael Houston, Terence Jamiel Williams, Megan J. Pete, Michael Anthony Foster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com