Yep
Real hot girl shit, ah
Ayy
Show a new bitch that ain't Megan-coded
Show a beat I was on and ain't rode it
If she think she the shit, I'm the colon
My pen gets gutter, I'm bowling
Tina Snow, niggas know I'm the coldest
Tell a bitch, "Let it go," 'cause I'm frozen
Ask him what I got on, he don't know it
Niggas ain't had no taste before COVID
I can tell by her wig that she trolling
When I look at my DM, they on me
Catwalk, bitch, I feel like Naomi
The way I play niggas, I need me a Tony
Good brain, graduated, top of my percentile
Take it out the chat, I ain't tryna be your penpal
Meanwhile it's a bitch on the app right now
Gettin' f*cked over, still braggin' 'bout her body count
Bing, baow, real big bang like a scene gal
Say he for the streets, get dropped like a single
Runway shit, I do not do the retail
Stop f*ckin' rappers, they spill all the details
Every Monday, they gon' wait for the freestyle
Call me out once, you do not get a redial
I got grown ass men actin' fetal
I do not spin the block, nigga, I reroute
Number one, give a f*ck what a chart say
Number one, I can't beef with no fan page
Number one who it is, what your man say?
Cat on his eyes, I ain't talkin' no Cartier
Bitches bubblin' under, no Chardonnay
Bitches throwin' salt, f*ckin' my old bae
Put his name on the bill, he the candidate
It was me with your daddy on Father's Day
These niggas just mad 'cause I treat 'em like sluts
Pick him up, put him down, when I want, so what?
Hoes tweet like a nun but they still gettin' f*cked
Talk shit but the freak hoes still gettin' cuffed
Jumbo CC when I go out for lunch
He ain't mine if I hear him say, "It costs too much"
Wagyu my beef, I ain't tryna act tough
My name hold weight like I walk around buff, ah
I Think I Love Her [Freestyle] Video (MV)
Performed By: Megan Thee Stallion
Language: English
Length: 1:42
Written by: Jamal F. Jones, Radric Delantic Davis, Christopher James Gholson
Megan Thee Stallion - I Think I Love Her [Freestyle] Lyrics
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Yep
Real hot girl shit, ah
Ayy
Show a new bitch that ain't Megan-coded
Show a beat I was on and ain't rode it
If she think she the shit, I'm the colon
My pen gets gutter, I'm bowling
Tina Snow, niggas know I'm the coldest
Tell a bitch, "Let it go," 'cause I'm frozen
Ask him what I got on, he don't know it
Niggas ain't had no taste before COVID
I can tell by her wig that she trolling
When I look at my DM, they on me
Catwalk, bitch, I feel like Naomi
The way I play niggas, I need me a Tony
Good brain, graduated, top of my percentile
Take it out the chat, I ain't tryna be your penpal
Meanwhile it's a bitch on the app right now
Gettin' f*cked over, still braggin' 'bout her body count
Bing, baow, real big bang like a scene gal
Say he for the streets, get dropped like a single
Runway shit, I do not do the retail
Stop f*ckin' rappers, they spill all the details
Every Monday, they gon' wait for the freestyle
Call me out once, you do not get a redial
I got grown ass men actin' fetal
I do not spin the block, nigga, I reroute
Number one, give a f*ck what a chart say
Number one, I can't beef with no fan page
Number one who it is, what your man say?
Cat on his eyes, I ain't talkin' no Cartier
Bitches bubblin' under, no Chardonnay
Bitches throwin' salt, f*ckin' my old bae
Put his name on the bill, he the candidate
It was me with your daddy on Father's Day
These niggas just mad 'cause I treat 'em like sluts
Pick him up, put him down, when I want, so what?
Hoes tweet like a nun but they still gettin' f*cked
Talk shit but the freak hoes still gettin' cuffed
Jumbo CC when I go out for lunch
He ain't mine if I hear him say, "It costs too much"
Wagyu my beef, I ain't tryna act tough
My name hold weight like I walk around buff, ah
Real hot girl shit, ah
Ayy
Show a new bitch that ain't Megan-coded
Show a beat I was on and ain't rode it
If she think she the shit, I'm the colon
My pen gets gutter, I'm bowling
Tina Snow, niggas know I'm the coldest
Tell a bitch, "Let it go," 'cause I'm frozen
Ask him what I got on, he don't know it
Niggas ain't had no taste before COVID
I can tell by her wig that she trolling
When I look at my DM, they on me
Catwalk, bitch, I feel like Naomi
The way I play niggas, I need me a Tony
Good brain, graduated, top of my percentile
Take it out the chat, I ain't tryna be your penpal
Meanwhile it's a bitch on the app right now
Gettin' f*cked over, still braggin' 'bout her body count
Bing, baow, real big bang like a scene gal
Say he for the streets, get dropped like a single
Runway shit, I do not do the retail
Stop f*ckin' rappers, they spill all the details
Every Monday, they gon' wait for the freestyle
Call me out once, you do not get a redial
I got grown ass men actin' fetal
I do not spin the block, nigga, I reroute
Number one, give a f*ck what a chart say
Number one, I can't beef with no fan page
Number one who it is, what your man say?
Cat on his eyes, I ain't talkin' no Cartier
Bitches bubblin' under, no Chardonnay
Bitches throwin' salt, f*ckin' my old bae
Put his name on the bill, he the candidate
It was me with your daddy on Father's Day
These niggas just mad 'cause I treat 'em like sluts
Pick him up, put him down, when I want, so what?
Hoes tweet like a nun but they still gettin' f*cked
Talk shit but the freak hoes still gettin' cuffed
Jumbo CC when I go out for lunch
He ain't mine if I hear him say, "It costs too much"
Wagyu my beef, I ain't tryna act tough
My name hold weight like I walk around buff, ah
Writer: Jamal F. Jones, Radric Delantic Davis, Christopher James Gholson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.