Thot Shit Lyrics in English

Hands On My Knees Lyrics (Thot Shit Lyrics) – Megan Thee Stallion

Hands On My Knees Lyrics: Thot Shit is an English Song From the Album “Something For Thee Hotties” sung by Megan Thee Stallion. Thot Shit Lyrics Written By Shawn Jarrett, LilJuMadeDaBeat, OG Parker & Megan Thee Stallion, While Music Given By Shawn “Source” Jarrett, OG Parker & LilJuMadeDaBeat.

Thot Shit Lyrics Credits

Song: Thot Shit
Singer: Megan Thee Stallion
Lyrics: Shawn Jarrett, LilJuMadeDaBeat, OG Parker & Megan Thee Stallion
Music: Beach Noise, Jake The Snake, Che Ecru, Moreart, Jahaan Sweet & Scott Bridgeway
Album: Something For Thee Hotties (2021)
Label: Megan Thee Stallion
Genre: English Songs

Hands On My Knees Lyrics (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
(Why the fuck you in the club when nias wildin’?) I’ve been lit since brunch, thot shit Order ’42 for the table, let’s pop shit Missionary or doggystyle, I’ma top shit Pu**y-ass ni**as hatin’ on me from the closet, ah
Hoes tryna call me a snake, shit, I guess I can relate
‘Cause 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
‘Cause the bitch knew better than to let me hear her (Ah)

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit (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 (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

Acting 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 (Ah)

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit (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 (Thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees

Hands On My Knees Lyrics

Drinkin’ out the motherfuckin’ bottle on my thot shit
Everything I eat go straight to my pockets
2021, finna graduate college
Goth girl shit, I’m a real hot topic
Fuckin’ on a ni**a, make him sing, on some pop shit
I need a real headbanger, on some rock shit
Puy like crack, wanna hit it like dope Got a real hot box, but a bitch don’t smoke (Ah) 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 (Huh) 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 I’ma 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 nias know where I stay
I’ll be damned if he thinkin’ he poppin’ up on this pimpin’ (Ah)

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit (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 (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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