Megan Thee Stallion - Ya Feel Me lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Young Tina Snow going hard on a hoe (Ahh) [Verse 1] Pussy so good got him talking like Yoda I need a bae with a mouth like a motor (Rrr) Her pussy nasty, she drink too much soda (Ugh) I got that Alkaline chocha, that water (That water) Walkin’ ‘round with all that hate, let it go (Let it go) I cannot stay out the damn Gucci store (Yeah) I like to drink but I don’t do no dope (Yeah) My body banging, he want all the smoke Ugh, boo, b*tch (Ooh) Don’t do me, do you b*tch, huh (Do you) I’ll send a chick in the bank right now Open up sh*t like she you b*tch, huh I’m riding ‘round with my African, huh My ni**a stiff like a mannequin, ay Out in the U.K., they jamming me, yeah These ni**as love me like family, ay, uh I’m on they head like I jacked in they face (Yeah) All these hoes look alike like they traced (Yeah) b*tch I’m the pencil, the paper, the case Hoe, it is nothing to get you erased I knock the breath out these b*tches, they wheezy I fell in love with the cash, it complete me Yo’ b*tch is s*utty, mcnutty, she easy Give up that cat to a ni**a no reason [Chorus] I’m a raw ass b*tch, ya feel me? Ay, tss, I'm hot, ya feel me? (Ooh) Watch how you coming, ya feel me? (Huh) Ain’t gotta touch you to feel me b*tches ain’t hotter than me, ya feel me? I’m who they tryna be, ya feel me? You know you got that from me, ya feel me? I make ‘em follow my lead, ya feel me? (Tss) [Verse 2] Bye, ni**a (Bye) Hot girl pussy, too fire ni**a (Too fire) I run game like five ni**as, huh Magazine mami, got style ni**a, huh Click on a b*tch like a camera, ugh Real big ol’ titties like Pamela, ugh b*tch, I’m a pro, you a amateur, ugh Hoe you a egg I’ma scramble you, ugh (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh) These ni**as fu*k and go tattle tale These ni**as and b*tches is parallel I’m tryna get M's and you takin’ L's But I got some game for you that I can sell Wake up and get you some money (Some money) How you a hoe and you hungry? (How?) b*tch you ain’t playa, you funny You just a regular dummy [Chorus] I’m a raw ass b*tch, ya feel me? Ay, tss, I'm hot, ya feel me? (Ooh) Watch how you coming, ya feel me? (Huh) Ain’t gotta touch you to feel me b*tches ain’t hotter than me, ya feel me? I’m who they tryna be, ya feel me? You know you got that from me, ya feel me? I make ‘em follow my lead, ya feel me? [Verse 3] He fell in love with these verses I told him lick on this pussy in cursive If she ain’t Thee Stallion, he finna curve her fu*k with my mink on, he like it furry I got that lil mermaid, that fresh outta water Boy I’m the plug and the muhfu*kin charger b*tch I got the sauce, I ain’t talkin’ no tartare These b*tches study lil Megan, I taught 'em Giving you rap and I'm giving you sex I’m writing bars while he giving me neck (Yeah) He puttin’ money on me like a bet b*tch I’m one hunnid, so hoe, come correct, ay, yeah [Chorus] I’m a raw ass b*tch, ya feel me? Ay, tss, I'm hot, ya feel me? (Ooh) Watch how you coming, ya feel me? (Huh) Ain’t gotta touch you to feel me Ay, yeah (Ahh)