NDA Lyrics – MEGAN THEE STALLION
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
Ayy
I ain’t perfect, but anything I did to any of you niggas, y’all deserved it
You see me in that mode, don’t disturb me when I’m workin’ (Yeah)
Lil’ *** you better back up, don’t know what be in these purses (Blaow)
And I ain’t say, “Excuse me”, ’cause I did that *** on purpose
Yeah, you see a star up in this ***
You know I brought a hundred black cars in this ***
Knees freak, I don’t like nobody touchin’ on my ***
So you know I had to bring my own bottles in this *** (Ayy, ayy, ah)
Ridin’ by myself, shoppin’ bag in the backseat
Niggas with the money to they ear don’t attract me
Fly out the country, let a prince *** bag me
Nympho, wanna do a *** pockets nasty (Ah)
*** hatin’ on me, but it’s cool, niggas love me
Body bangin’, I ain’t had to let the doctor cut me
Sick of bein’ humble, ’cause you *** don’t respect that
And the next one of y’all hoes wanna get bold, I’m gon’ check that
And the next one of y’all blogs wanna spread lies, I’m gon’ sue you (Yeah)
And the next *** that break my NDA, they goin’ for you too
Now listen to me, I’m givin’ you *** a warning
You gon’ have to pay me forever tryna be corny
Ayy, I’m from the city of the drink sippers, slidin’, ridin’ paint drippers (Yeah)
*** so bad, got the famous niggas stage dippers (Baow)
Poppin’ all the music, so you know I’m kinda screwed up (Know I’m screwed up)
Wrist so icy, turn a drank into a cool cup (Yeah)
Goin’ through so some ***, so I gotta stay busy
Bought a ‘Rari, I can’t let the *** I’m thinkin’ catch up with me (Yeah, catch up with me)
If they say the see me outside of a bookie, then that was kizzy (Ah)
Barely be at home, but I still put on for my city
Damn, where the real *** at?
I’m finna bring real *** back (Ayy, ayy)
Where’s all the real niggas at?
Free the guys, bring the real niggas back (Ayy, ayy)
Damn, where the real *** at?
I’m finna bring real *** back
Where’s all the real niggas at?
Free the guys, bring the real niggas back (Ah)
How many more ways can I say that I’m the baddest ***?
I walk in and *** grab they ***, that’s a compliment
‘Cause you know in his head he wanna spread me like a condiment (Ah)
He want me to make that glizzy disappear and swallow it
You know I keep it realer than real, ain’t *** ’bout me fraudulent
They take all the hate that they got for me and they market it
When they *** ain’t poppin’, they usin’ Megan for marketing (Yeah)
And they ain’t got enough in they budget for me to talk to them (No)
I know you hoes wish that I would get down and stay down (I won’t)
***, make a move or keep that *** up on the playground
‘Cause I ain’t finna stop until I make it to the tin-nop
And I do everything that all my haters said I could not (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And it look like a sign just be slidin’ on my wrist watch (Ah)
I hope that you ain’t shoppin’ when I’m shoppin’, you get kicked out
I gotta watch my back, ’cause I forget that I’m the *** now
I walk up in the studio *** off and lay that *** down
Matter fact, wait, stop, ***, I really rap
I be quick to check you *** *** like a pap
*** a ***, all I need is a pistol and a pad
Let me get the beat, so they remember who I am
Damn, where the real *** at?
I’m finna bring real *** back (Ayy, ayy)
Where’s all the real niggas at?
Free the guys, bring the real niggas back (Ayy, ayy)
***, damn, where the real *** at?
I’m finna bring real *** back (Ayy, real *** back)
Where’s all the real niggas at? (Ayy, ayy)
Free the guys, bring the real niggas back (Ah)