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Megan Thee Stallion: Realer Lyrics

Ay, say, nigga, i don’t wanna talk
Meet me at the bank, show me what you really ’bout
Niggas ain’t real when the sh*t really count
That’s why i keep my lil’ cat in they mouth
Say, b*tch, i don’t gotta cap
Everything i talk, yeah, i really did that
If you want beef, then my b*tch gon’ scratch
I’ma get the money, so i let her handle that (woo)

Free jt (ayy)
Real b*tches fuck with me (ayy)
I don’t do sh*t for the free, man
Y’all niggas gotta pay me (ayy)
Put some respect on my team (huh)
I’m the 1501 queen (ayy)
B*tch, you better learn who run it
’cause all this money gotta come through me (ayy)

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I keep it realer than real
Fuck all the critics and fuck how they feel
I’m getting money, it is what it is
They wanna know how i did what i did
Don’t worry ’bout why i do what i do (b*tch)
’cause i ain’t worried bout you (b*tch)
Nah, i don’t wanna be cool (b*tch)
Still hanging with the same crew (ayy)

Cut a nigga off and my checks got bigger
Rich b*tch sh*t, got a broke ho bitter
Hotter any b*tch, i’m the hardest in the litter
If you think she bad, put her in, let me get her
Y’all praisin’ b*tches that’s doin’ the minimum
They put that check in my hand, now i’m killin’ ’em
Don’t wanna link with these b*tches, ain’t feelin’ ’em
I’ll knock the sh*t out that b*tch like a enema, ahh

Yeah (hmm)
I know these b*tches want the recipe for this hot sh*t
I told them b*tches i ain’t gon’ let one hater stop sh*t
(i ain’t gon’ let no hater stop sh*t)
Gucci down, these niggas love the way i rock sh*t
I’m a real rap b*tch, this ain’t no pop sh*t

Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
These hoes know who to play with
On the internet, all with the gang sh*t (ayy)
They love to talk hot sh*t with a lame b*tch
But when they come around me they don’t say sh*t (okay)
Ayy, yo’ sh*t ain’t pop ’cause it ain’t hot
Keep talkin’ trash, i’ma come take you out
Straight to the top, you cannot reach me
Ain’t fuckin’ these niggas, i’m makin’ ’em eat me
Got that big budget with no major deal
Don’t wanna fly out to go eat a meal
I am not signing for less than a mil
If you don’t like it, then fuck how you feel
Dreams, fuck with kel
J-bone, what’s the deal?
In the section with the bands
Bring them girls over here

I keep it realer than real
Fuck all them critics and fuck how they feel
I’m getting money, it is what it is
They wanna know how i did what i did
Don’t worry ’bout why i do what i do (b*tch)
’cause i ain’t worried bout you (b*tch)
Nah, i don’t wanna be cool (b*tch)
Still hanging’ with the same crew (ayy)

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