Megan Thee Stallion quotes

Face card pretty, you know God don't like ugly

These hoes don't be mad at Megan, these hoes mad at Megan's Law

Why would I get mad at you for saying you the baddest? Why can’t we both agree that we bad, and that just be that?

Bet if I ever fall off, everybody go missin'

My favorite drink my haters' tears, it calls for celebration, ayy

Sick of bein' humble, 'cause you bitches don't respect that (Yeah)

I rock shows by myself

Ain't no backup, ain't no help

Ain't no nigga put me on

Ho, I earned all my respect

I had to block you, but you still gotta watch this shit

Poppin' Plan B's 'cause I ain't plan to be stuck with ya

Because once you get in the mirror and you start finding shit that you do like about yourself, you’re going to stay in the motherfucking mirror trying to perfect that.

I could build a house with all the brick I got

Bitches spend a lifetime tryna get this hot

And if her head too big, I could make that pop

You can keep hating, I'm poppin' regardless

And he tell me "Girl, you the best"

But I already know what I am, yeah, yeah

Bitch, keep talking that shit from your Honda

Hoes love to act, but they ain't wit' the drama

Want my spot? Gotta fight like Wakanda

Bitch, run up and get hit wit' the one-done

They wanna know 'bout me, they say, "Tell me your story"

Only thing you need to know is I'm in love with the money

I'm tryna win, don't care how I do it, just know that I did it

Black women are so unprotected & we hold so many things in to protect the feelings of others w/o considering our own.

Don't gotta edit, check the Getty

I keep it real, I keep it sexy

How I go from ghosting you to makin’ that dick disappear? (Woah, woah, woah)

When you bein' real you ain't worry 'bout who fake

Pull up in a Rolls Royce finna rock a show

Clique full of bad friends, we at Pappadeaux

Rent due, finna let your baby daddy know

She think she bad but I'm better, huh

You got the roaches in your crib sharin' snacks with your kids

Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, this is not about your dick

These are simply just instructions on how you should treat my clit

Shout out to them girls who go where the money go

Nine times out of ten, I'm the realest bitch you know

If you ain't want a pimp, then what you fucking with me for?

Ain't met a nigga who can handle me (Handle me)

I think I should be in museums

'Cause this body a masterpiece (Yuh, yuh)

Bitch, you a bum, don't get a crumb

How you got cake and ain't fuckin' for none?

I better not ever catch you talkin' shit

If your bank account still attached to your mom's

But everybody know who shot me, bitch (Baow, baow, baow)