Megan Thee Stallion – Last Week In Htx

Megan Thee Stallion – Last Week In Htx Lyrics

Artist: Megan Thee Stallion
Song: Last Week In Htx

Ayy, yeah, Stalli, summer ’17
Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, look
Okay, last week we was eatin’ peanut butter jelly (Damn)
Then I hit a lick, now we countin’ Benja-mellys (Okay)

Met him in the telly, doin’ whatever he let me
I got love for my n#gg# like I’m Tionne off of Belly (Mwah)
Everybody thinkin’ bad b#tches got it easy
Well not the young ones on the grind gettin’ greazy

Last week, I had to make a hunnid dollars stretch
Every motherf#ckin’ night, I was eatin’ cheese eggs (Okay)
b#tches tell stories ’cause these wh#res don’t know me (Don’t know me)
See me by myself and got to trippin wit’ your homie

I bet if you touch me, you go missin’ like you Dory (Like you Dory)
b#tch, that’s why your n#gg# wanna kick it wit’ the horsey
Uh-oh, I ain’t never ran from a ho (Ran from a ho)
But I never let a b#tch get a stain on my clothes (No-oh)

Ridin’ with my hands in the air
Got your n#gg# on the side with his fingers in my ooh, yeah, yeah
Just bought a fifth of the Henn’ (Fifth of the Henn’)
Pocket full of white man, named Benjamin (Named Benjamin)

Lookin’ for a hot boy with some fine friends (With some fine friends)
And your baby daddy wanna be my boyfriend
b#tch, I’m from Texas, rock all the best sh#t
And I walk slow for them eyes tryna catch this (For them eyes)

Bad red head, make your whole clique lose it
Boy, I know you wanna come kick it out in Houston
b#tch, I’m from Texas (Ayy, ayy)
(H Town, H Town, H Town, yeah)

b#tch, I’m from Texas
(Ayy, ayy, 7 1 3, 2 8 1, 8 3 2)
Okay, last week sh#t was kinda bad (Bad)
I be goin’ missin’ when I’m tryna get a bag (Yeah)

I ain’t got no time for no n#gg# tryna nag
‘Cause I’m in love with my money like my name Mr. Krabs (Like my name Mr. Krabs)
And I got the winnin’ ticket, middle finger to them n#gg#s and them b#tches
You was wishin’ that I’d stay slippin’, throwin’ all them peelings

You was dissin’, you ain’t see the vision, like your eyes was Christian
Tryna curse me, I just pray to God they keep the devil off me
Stalli don’t bend or fold for no ho
Don’t give convo to those I don’t know

n#gg#s try to play me close to get my info
Only time I disclose is when I disrobe
Never gave a f#ck (f#ck), never gave a damn (Damn)
And I’ma keep on grindin’ till these hoes know who I am

And I will come and take you for a hold of my hand
And b#tch, I best not catch you lookin’ at my f#ckin’ man (What?)
And when I’m with my crew (Crew), just be cool (Cool)
Unless you wanna see some real b#tches act a fool (Real b#tches act a fool)

And when I walk by (By), n#gg#s just sty
They only make ’em like this on the Southside
b#tch, I’m from Texas, rock all the best sh#t
And I walk slow for them eyes tryna catch this (For them eyes)

Bad red head, make your whole clique lose it
Boy, I know you wanna come kick it out in Houston
b#tch, I’m from Texas (Ayy, ayy)
(H Town, H Town, H Town, yeah)

b#tch, I’m from Texas
(Ayy, ayy, 7 1 3, 2 8 1, 8 3 2)
Sippin’ on mimosa, while he lick on my panocha (Ahh)
Collar round his neck that say “Thee Stallion” ’cause I own him

Haters never see me, I ain’t hangin’ where it’s local (Hangin’ where it’s local)
Drink my Henny outta China, black and boujie like I’m Oprah
Stallion for president, snatchin’ all the brethren (All the brethren)
Foot up in a rap b#tch #ss without no lubricant

She boring, I ain’t hearing it (Nope), who the f#ck is hyping this? (Who?)
There’s something off about her like she missin’ some ingredients (Ugh)
I’m sexual, no deviant, I like my man obedient (I like my man obedient)
Don’t want it missionary ’cause that’s boring I need freaky sh#t

Walk up in the house and bust a pipe, get it leakin’ sh#t
All up on my booty while you do me on some pinky sh#t
Yes, I got big breasts, so I like to say sh#t wit’ my chest
And I’m not sayin’ I’m not humble, I just feel like I’m the best

Who’s my competition? It’s like all y’all the same b#tch
And y’all be beefin’, I’m a vegan, stupid b#tches make me itch
And I keep me a full set, I keep something nice around my neck
I keep a box around your n#gg# ’cause I keep his #ss in check

Now I’m done with being broke so don’t get mad if I ain’t spoke
b#tch, I’m chillin’ out in Houston, come and see me if you want (Ahh)
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Release Year: 2021