Thot Shit chords by Megan Thee Stallion

♫ Intro:

Em
(OG Parker)
Em
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)


VERSE ONE:
Em
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Em
Post me a pic, finna make me a profit
Em
When the liquor hit, then a bitch get toxic
Em
(Why the fuck you in the club when niggas wildin’)
Em
I've been lit since brunch, thot shit
Em
Order '42 for the table, let’s pop shit
Em
Missionary or doggystyle, I'ma top shit
Em
Pussy ass niggas hatin' on me from the closet, ah
Em
Hoes tryna call me a snake, shit, I guess I can relate
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'Cause a bitch spit a whole lotta venom
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And since these hoes all rats, when they come around me
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All I see is a whole lotta dinner
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I walk around the house butt naked
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And I stop at every mirror just to stare at my own posterior
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I don't give a fuck who talk behind my back
Em
'Cause the bitch knew better than to let me hear her (Ah)

♫ Chorus:
Em
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Em
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)
Em
Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit
Em
Hands on my knees, ha hands on my knees
Em
Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit
Em
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)
Em
Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit
Em
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees

VERSE TWO:
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Hoes said they wish a bitch would, and I'm a genie
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Bitch so hot, gotta stay in bikinis
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He got a girl, but he keep beggin' to see me
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I love it when a nigga got a mouth full of VVs
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No, I'm not a patient, but I let him treat me
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I gotta be a doctor how I’m orderin' CCs
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Go to your place, no face, no case
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Ninety nine percent tint in a blacked out Wraith
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I remember hoes used to clap for me happily
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Now I'm bossed up and them same hoes mad at me
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Acting like they ridin', whole time tryna pass me
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Watchin' me go through it and still tryna drag me
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Actin' like you winnin', if you think about it, actually
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Are they supportin' you or really just attackin' me
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I don't give a fuck 'bout a blog tryna bash me
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I'm the shit per the Recording Academy (Ah)



♫ Chorus:
Em
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Em
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)
Em
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Em
Hands on my knees, ha hands on my knees
Em
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Em
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)
Em
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Em
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees

VERSE THREE:
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Drinkin' out the motherfuckin' bottle on my thot shit
Em
Everything I eat go straight to my pockets
Em
2021, finna graduate college
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Goth girl shit, I'm a real hot topic
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Fuckin' on a nigga, make him sing, on some pop shit
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I need a real headbanger, on some rock shit
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Pussy like crack, wanna hit it like dope
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Got a real hot box, but a bitch don't smoke (Ah)
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Hot girl, but I'm still the coldest, hey
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I'm the big homie, but I ain't the oldest, hmm
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Bitch dry hatin', tryna get noticed
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Man, ain't nobody come to see you, Otis, look
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How many bitches lyin' if they say they bars is better
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They really puppets, so I really gotta go and Geppetto
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I'm really talkin', but it really can apply to whoever
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My pen a freak, it'll go after a bitch or a nigga (Huh)
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Big bank take lil' bank, bitch, add it up
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Hoes takin' shots, but they ain't in my caliber
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Booked, but I squeeze a lil' head in my calendar
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Lookin' in the mirror like, "Damn, I don't brag enough"
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LVs, double C's, Birkins, I'm workin'
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My chain ain't hittin' if a bitch ain't hurtin'
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Look, I ain't even finna argue with a bitch
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One thing I know, two things for certain
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None of these hoes sayin' shit to my face
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And none of these hoes finna see me at the bank
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And I'ma keep talkin' all the shit that I want
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And I dare one of these hoes come tell me I can't
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We ain't even speakin' if the nigga ain't spendin'
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He could never say that I was one of his women
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I don't even let niggas know where I stay
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I'll be damned if he thinkin' he poppin' up on this pimpin' (Ah)

♫ Chorus:
Em
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Em
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)
Em
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Em
Hands on my knees, ha hands on my knees
Em
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Em
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)
Em
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Em
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees

♫ Outro:
Em
(OG Parker)
Em
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)