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Singen Thot Shit Karaoke - Megan Thee Stallion - MP3 Karaoke

Die Aufnahme ist eine Coverversion des Songs Thot Shit im Stil von: Megan Thee Stallion

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Mit Hintergrund-Gesangsstimme (wahlweise in der KFN-Version)

Im gleichen Tempo wie das Original: 130 BPM

In der gleichen Tonart wie das Original: E-Moll

Dauer: 03:07 - Vorschau auf: 01:21

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Veröffentlichung: 2021
Musikrichtungen: Rap & Hip-Hop, Englisch
Original Songwriter: Julian Martrel Mason, Megan Thee Stallion, Joshua Parker

Alle erhältlichen Titel sind Playbacks und keine Originalversionen.

Text Thot Shit

And if the beat live you know Lil Ju made it
Hands on my knees
Shakin' ass on my thot shit
Post me a pic
Finna make me a profit
When the liquor hit then a bitch get toxic
I been lit since brunch
Thot shit
Order forty-two for the table
Let's pop shit
Missionary or doggystyle
Imma top shit
Pussy ass niggas hatin' on me from the closet
Hoes tryna call me a snake
Shit I guess I can relate 'cos a bitch spit a whole lotta venom
And since these hoes all rats when they come around me all I see is a whole lotta dinner
I walk around the house butt-naked and I stop at every mirror just to stare at my own posterior
I don't give a fuck who talk behind my back 'cos the bitch knew better than to let me hear her
Hands on my knees
Shakin' ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees
Shakin' ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees
Shakin' ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees
Ha-hands on my knees
Hands on my knees
Shakin' ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees
Shakin' ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees
Shakin' ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees
Hands on my knees
Hoes said they wish a bitch would and I'm a genie
Bitch so hot gotta stay in bikinis
He got a girl but he keep beggin' to see me
I love it when a nigga got a mouth full of VVs
No I'm not a patient but I let him treat me
I gotta be a doctor how I'm orderin' CCs
Go to your place
No face, no case
Ninety-nine percent tint in a blacked-out Wraith
I remember hoes used to clap for me happily
Now I'm bossed up and them same hoes mad at me
Actin' like they ridin'
Whole time tryna pass me
Watchin' me go through it and still tryna drag me
Actin' like you winnin'
If you think about it actually are they supportin' you or really just attackin' me
I don't give a fuck 'bout a blog tryna bash me
I'm the shit per the Recording Academy
Hands on my knees
Shakin' ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees
Shakin' ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees
Shakin' ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees
Ha-hands on my knees
Hands on my knees
Shakin' ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees
Shakin' ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees
Shakin' ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees
Hands on my knees
Drinkin' out the motherfuckin' bottle on my thot shit
Everything I eat go straight to my pockets
Twenty twenty-one
Finna graduate college
Goth girl shit
I'm a real hot topic
Fuckin' on a nigga
Make him sing on some pop shit
I need a real headbanger on some rock shit
Pussy like crack
Wanna hit it like dope
Got a real hot box but a bitch don't smoke
Hot girl but I'm still the coldest hey
I'm the big homie but I ain't the oldest hmm
Bitch dry hatin'
Tryna get noticed
Man ain't nobody come to see you Otis, look
How many bitches lyin' if they say they bars is better
They really puppets so
I really gotta go and Geppetto
I'm really talkin' but it really can apply to whoever
My pen a freak it'll go after a bitch or a nigga
Big bank take lil' bank
Bitch add it up
Hoes takin' shots but they ain't in my caliber
Booked but I squeeze a lil' head in my calendar
Lookin' in the mirror like
Damn I don't brag enough
LVs, double C's
Birkins, I'm workin'
My chain ain't hittin' if a bitch ain't hurtin'
Look I ain't even finna argue with a bitch
One thing I know
Two things for certain
None of these hoes sayin' shit to my face
And none of these hoes finna see me at the bank
And Imma keep talkin' all the shit that I want
And I dare one of these hoes come tell me I can't
We ain't even speakin' if the nigga ain't spendin'
He could never say that
I was one of his women
I don't even let niggas know where I stay
I'll be damned if he thinkin' he poppin' up on this pimpin'
Hands on my knees
Shakin' ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees
Shakin' ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees
Shakin' ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees
Ha-hands on my knees
Hands on my knees
Shakin' ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees
Shakin' ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees
Shakin' ass on my thot shit
Hands on my knees
Hands on my knees
And if the beat live you know Lil Ju made it

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