Bourbon (Explicit)
Megan Thee Stallion"Bourbon (Explicit)" es una canción de Megan Thee Stallion, 2024, Pop. La canción dura 1:56, 60 lines / 491 words.
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0:01Goddamn, y'all hoes watch everything l do
0:05Oh, creep-ass, freak-ass peeping Tom-ass, *****
0:11Ayy, hmm
0:12I ain't got beef with nobody 'bout **** ('Bout shit)
0:14We all know who the A-***** is
0:15Y'all keep arguin' 'bout edited pics (Esited pics)
0:17Ask my accountant, he'll tell you it's lit (Mwah)
0:19***** going live from that dirty-ass crib
0:20Think you my opp, but it's in your head
0:22I'm doing any ***** coming for me
0:23I sell out arenas, the **** is you sayin'?
0:25They give him a cookie for coming for me
0:26But won't give them a stream, won't invest in the team
0:28Mission accomplished you got you lil' comments
0:29But all of that hating ain't buy you a thing
0:31All of this love bought me a chain
0:33And for a show and I bought me a Ran'
0:34*****es buy ass, ain't fixing the face
0:36Be coming for me, better pick up the pace
0:37Hot Girl Productions, head of the label
0:39Nothing but hits coming out of the stable
0:40Shout out to God 'cause he set up the table
0:42On everything, everybody ain't able
0:44Killy, we know who been taking the payments
0:45We see who name bringin' the case and engagement
0:47We know the people in [?] with arrangements
0:48I know the ones that ain't but what they came with
0:50Man, **** these *****es
0:51****, these niggas
0:52****, they feelings
0:53Way too much dick eating on Twitter
0:54A rap nigga dick park, pass me the dinner
0:56Niggas ain't making these labels no money
0:57Everything they make, going straight to the dealer
0:59I wear rocks, *****, I feel like Jigga
1:01A real bum shell gettin' turn in the villa, ah
1:03Smoother than [?] detergent
1:04*****, I ain't ****in', I'm workin'
1:06Gift these niggas wanna tell my business
1:07Damn near thought I was perfect
1:09He text me say 911, he need this pussy urgent
1:12These *****es ain't built like me, they tryna find a surgeon
1:15*****, these niggas love this ass, I ain't finna stop twerking, hmm
1:19*****, I'm sowing, load this money, I ain't never finna stop working, yeah, hm
1:22I've been balling for so long, I think I'm Kyrie Irving
1:24I'm a tall drink of water, pussy like a shot of bourbon, ah, hmm
1:30You know I'm sick of you mother****ers acting like I don't be rapping my ass
1:34Off, hmm
1:36I know a booth hate to see one of you [?] rapping-ass *****es coming
1:40I slang more chicken heads than Roscoes
1:42More blue in my thread than an iPhone, hmm
1:43These ho fake hung like a strap on
1:45Hermès every color and a pantone, yeah
1:47I buck on that dick like I'm half horse
1:48Ass sittin' up high like a minotaur
1:50*****, need a pimp help, can't spit a bar
1:51Spit your best when you tryna get a nigga off
1:53JB cuttin' for niggas that do the bare minimum
1:55Come to me, everybody get critical
1:56They be forcing, that hating it's pitiful
Goddamn, y'all hoes watch everything l do
Oh, creep-ass, freak-ass peeping Tom-ass, *****
Ayy, hmm
I ain't got beef with nobody 'bout **** ('Bout shit)
We all know who the A-***** is
Y'all keep arguin' 'bout edited pics (Esited pics)
Ask my accountant, he'll tell you it's lit (Mwah)
***** going live from that dirty-ass crib
Think you my opp, but it's in your head
I'm doing any ***** coming for me
I sell out arenas, the **** is you sayin'?
They give him a cookie for coming for me
But won't give them a stream, won't invest in the team
Mission accomplished you got you lil' comments
But all of that hating ain't buy you a thing
All of this love bought me a chain
And for a show and I bought me a Ran'
*****es buy ass, ain't fixing the face
Be coming for me, better pick up the pace
Hot Girl Productions, head of the label
Nothing but hits coming out of the stable
Shout out to God 'cause he set up the table
On everything, everybody ain't able
Killy, we know who been taking the payments
We see who name bringin' the case and engagement
We know the people in [?] with arrangements
I know the ones that ain't but what they came with
Man, **** these *****es
****, these niggas
****, they feelings
Way too much dick eating on Twitter
A rap nigga dick park, pass me the dinner
Niggas ain't making these labels no money
Everything they make, going straight to the dealer
I wear rocks, *****, I feel like Jigga
A real bum shell gettin' turn in the villa, ah
Smoother than [?] detergent
*****, I ain't ****in', I'm workin'
Gift these niggas wanna tell my business
Damn near thought I was perfect
He text me say 911, he need this pussy urgent
These *****es ain't built like me, they tryna find a surgeon
*****, these niggas love this ass, I ain't finna stop twerking, hmm
*****, I'm sowing, load this money, I ain't never finna stop working, yeah, hm
I've been balling for so long, I think I'm Kyrie Irving
I'm a tall drink of water, pussy like a shot of bourbon, ah, hmm
You know I'm sick of you mother****ers acting like I don't be rapping my ass
Off, hmm
I know a booth hate to see one of you [?] rapping-ass *****es coming
I slang more chicken heads than Roscoes
More blue in my thread than an iPhone, hmm
These ho fake hung like a strap on
Hermès every color and a pantone, yeah
I buck on that dick like I'm half horse
Ass sittin' up high like a minotaur
*****, need a pimp help, can't spit a bar
Spit your best when you tryna get a nigga off
JB cuttin' for niggas that do the bare minimum
Come to me, everybody get critical
They be forcing, that hating it's pitifulTraducción
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