Letra de Thin Ice - Megan Thee Stallion

I think you better quit

Talking that shit

It's all about the he-say, she-say bullshit

(Buddah Bless this) Yeah

What?

I'm back in that mode again

I'm outside fucking these hoes again (What?)

I'm viral as fuck, I bet you it's Tina whenever you scroll again, ayy

I post a pic of the ass, guess who's on my phone again?

He say I'm his baby, I told him, "Abort it"

Put me to the test, I got multiple choices

In my garage is multiple horses

On the wake up, I'm so fucking gorgeous

That ain't my ball, okay?

I splat and then pass it to y'all, okay?

We just be up in the mall, okay?

I kill her then let her respawn, okay?

Pink diamonds and nails, huh

Bitch, I'm feeling like Elle Woods

When I turn my bundles Frank

White, I know this work gong sell good

Nigga, I'm feeling like Goldie

Your ho overly going

Bitch, they call me Tina Montana

I come in the club, it's snowing

Ayy, the pussy is water, okay?

He fucking me thinking that I'm finna make him a father, but, nigga, I'm smarter, okay?

You been a ho since the day that you came out your mama, in love with my body, okay?

The ho you fuck raw is a can, and I'm a Coke bottle, in love with my waist, okay?

I'd rather just ride on your face, okay? (Okay? Aw)

Bitches be thinking they doing they big one, nobody set was gagged

I'm shitting on hoes in jeans and a T-shirt, Croc Himalayan bag

One foot on the gas

One foot in they ass

I'm getting some head

One heel on the dash

He put on the glove

But don't ever last

I make the dick stiff like that bitch in a cast

I'm sick of these apps

Sick of these men

You hating but look who you watching again

Whatever you say

I'm out your way

Nobody thinking 'bout you over here

I'm Black and I'm proud

The skin James Brown

The body is smoking, no Black & Mild

I need me a girlfriend like Toni Childs

We lifting our T-shirts, going wild—, yeah (Yeah)

I woke up sexy as fuck

The first thing I did

Was check my account

Last thing on my mind

Was a nigga

I'm in couture

You in the store

My body is ripped

You know I tore

I don't get even, I up the score

I should walk a ball, my Gucci is Gorgeous

My hair to the floor

I don't have no pores

A real rich bitch never touch a door

I got my waist on Amanda Lepore

I got my titties sitting up in Dior

Finna go resay, might eat your boy

All eyes on me, I feel like Shakur

If you love Tina, get ready for tour

I'm shaking this ass all over the world, baow (What?—; haha)

One thing you hoes gong stop doing—, hm-h,

Is comparing yourself to a bitch like me—, (Yeah-, brrt)

I think you better quit

Talking that shit

It's all about the he-say, she-say bullshit

Yeah

Brrt

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