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Megan Thee Stallion - Space L Alient Lyrics

Space L / Alien’t Lyrics[Intro: DBangz]
Anime bitches, I look at her titties
Then I take her home and we count up these fifties
I come to your city, I sneak in your chimney
I tickle her kidney and then I watch Disney
I love me some hentai, I go on Xvideos
Bitch, I'm DBangz, stick my dick in your Cheerios
Bitch, I'm DBangz, I might fuck my computer
I whip out my dick, then pull up on my shooter
I'll tickle your booty and then I get neutered
I know I'm a loser, I tickle your tumor
I'll find me a bitch that got no sense of humor
It's Lil Cumstain, I'm the booty consumer
I take off hеr shoe and then do the manеuver
And if she act tough, I might whip out the Luger
You know I'm with Kia, I go to IKEA
She soft like a cheetah, she from Costa Rica

[Verse 1: Megan The Stallion]
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 n*ggas 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
Pussy-ass n*ggas 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

[Verse 2: YBN Nahmir]
Never switchin', no, I been the same (I been the same)
In the foreign, switchin' lane to lane (Switchin' lane to lane)
She thinkin' I'm crazy, wanted my baby
But I won't do it mane (Do it mane)
Still hot, know the youngin' on fire
Roll that wood 'cause I need to get high
I'ma hit, then tell that lil' ho goodbye
Thought she was stayin', but I know and she not
I gotta stay focused, whenever I'm spinnin' a bitch
She stay on a opp block
'Member we hit the backstreets, seen the opps on the Moped, that lil' n*gga got shot
Say you need a P, then come shop
Since I was young I've been havin' a lot
Your day one gon' change for the guap
That's what momma said, she done seen a lot

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
Wake up, get my dick sucked
Then I pull off in that Bentley Truck
Butterfly doors are suicide
I get in my bag and don't give no fucks (Hey)
Wake up, get my dick sucked
Then I pull off in that Bentley Truck
Butterfly doors are suicide
I get in my bag and don't give no fucks (Hey)

Huh, ding, ding, ding
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding
Water!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Goodbye everyone, I'll remember you all in therapy
Haha, ahem
Playtime's over, I hate windows, I hate windows
Yuh, yerr!

[Verse 3: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Worth more than a Birkin, and that is for certain
Butterscotch caramel, color the curtains
You might need a recipe, this not a burger
The sauce that I'm dishin' out so damn unheard of
Your girl gonna suck like a octopus tentacle
Her mouth and leeches do somethin' identical
Trappin' off the digital, look for a signal
Dodging all the police, call 'em piggies like a pinky toe
Sipping muddy lean up outta Big Gulp cup
Give no fucks, I get slump
Higher than the price of gas to fill a Ford truck
Spitting harder than Daffy Duck, tryna get buck
Captain K'nuckles type belt buckle, no bluff
She give suck at the Starbucks
Just like some velcro, her mouth got me stuck
Pimp cup sucks (Yuh), sip a pint of-

Feel like Joker, I'm purgin' the city, he Diddy
I beat up the kitty, he Diddy
He stack up the Benjis, he Diddy
He Diddy, he Diddy, but his name not Diddy
I beat up the kitty, he Diddy
I'm purgin' the city, he Diddy
I stack up the Benjis, he Diddy
He Diddy, he Diddy, but his name not Diddy

[Chorus 2: Quavo]
Taco Tuesday, I got the cheese, she tastin' the Kool-Aid (Taco)
Migo the plug, Guadalupe (Brrt)
She gon' do what the group say, comprende (Comprende)
Caliente (Uh)
She get the bag, but she gotta get it ten ways (Woo)
Okay, now ándele, ándele (Ándele)
What the money make? (Money make?)
We can elevate (Elevate)

[Verse 4: Offset]
Cha-nay-nay like she on the runway (Cha-nay-nay)
It's a payday when she get the cum face (Woo)
Mamacita want tequila and a Bombay (Tequila)
Trap beating in the cul-de-sac, a one-way (Trap beating)
She want Perc' 'fore she take off her skirt (Perc', Perc')
Put in work, put your name on her skirt (Skirt, skirt)
These diamonds get to winking, like to flirt (Flirt, flirt)
The K put your face on a shirt (Shirt)
Been having flavor, givin' waves since birth (Birth)

[Verse 5: Takeoff]
My name José (Hola)
It's a long line at the doorway (Trap)
We servin' tacos, get 'em with the nachos
Fuckin' with a bad vibe and she go both ways (Bad)
Count up the racks off a show date (Dineros)
I'll never ever see a broke day (Oh, no)
Look into the eyes, to the G.O.A.T. face (G.O.A.T.)