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Megan Thee Stallion - Suga Album Lyrics



Megan Thee Stallion - Suga Lyrics






Aint Equal

(Helluva made this beat, baby) Ay

I lost my mommy and my granny in the same month (what?)
A bunch of bitches talking down 'cause I'm coming up
I know some people in my own city hating on me (damn)
And if you hoping I fall off, you gon' be waiting on it, ay
I'm the only child, I never wanted to be in no clique
You a rat, I ain't no mouse, I know we ain't finna click
A born leader, I ain't never want to be like a bitch
I been a freak, so I keep a nigga sucking my clit
Okay, let's talk about it, no petty shit, let's keep that shit a bill (okay)
It's a difference in the bitch who rap and the bitch who rap for real
I'm dedicated, this my passion in me, can't nobody take it (huh)
Bitch, you know your favorite rapper could never keep up with Megan

Bitch, we ain't equal, y'all f*cking on the same niggas
Pussy in the sequel
Disrespect me and this shit gon' get lethal
Yeah, I look good, but, lil' bitch, I get evil
Booty club, who gon' show that pussy? This a free check
Throw that ass on me and my nigga get a free check
And I ain't hiding, but I can't let you know where I be at
'Cause it's gon' be the gossip of the city if they peep that
My secrets, keep that

Trust me, you ain't scarin' me, bitch, I ain't intimidated (hell nah)
I ain't gon' argue with no ho who just a fan of me (a fan)
You taking shots at a bitch that'll never care (bah-bah-bah)
How it's on sight and I don't never see you nowhere? (Bitch)
Niggas coming too strong, wait a minute, hold on (wait, wait)
Let him eat me out and still put him in the friend zone (ah, ah)
Bitches wanna hang when they know they really hate me
I'm still winning even if you don't congratulate me
Niggas gettin' mad they can't hit, boy, this my pussy (boy what?)
Fit the whole clip up in your throat and make you feel pussy
Bitch, I been popping, doing numbers, been lit
And since the nigga think he made me, tell him do it again

Bitch, we ain't equal, y'all f*cking on the same niggas
Pussy in the sequel
Disrespect me and this shit gon' get lethal
Yeah, I look good, but, lil' bitch, I get evil
Booty club, who gon' show that pussy? This a free check
Throw that ass on me and my nigga get a free check
And I ain't hiding, but I can't let you know where I be at
'Cause it's gon' be the gossip of the city if they peep that
My secrets, keep that (ay)

Another bitch shining ain't gon' dim my light (uh-uh)
Another bitch beef ain't gon' make me fight (yeah)
I never been a fan of competitive shit
'Cause I'm still a winner up against whoever it is (ah)
They be talking, yeah, I see it, all that clout, I don't need it
Hoes showing fake love when they really hate to see it
Niggas tryna get some fame off my name, that's a shame
When I started making money, that's when everybody changed, huh

(Real Hot Girl shit)
(Still the same bitch)
(Mwah, ah)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Martin Mccurtis, Megan J Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Savage

I'm that bitch (yeah)
Been that bitch, still that bitch (ah)
Will forever be that bitch (forever be that bitch)
Yeah (ayy, ha)

I'm the hood Mona Lisa, break a nigga into pieces
Had to X some cheesy niggas out my circle like a pizza (yeah)
I'm way too exclusive, I don't shop on Insta' boutiques
All them lil' ass clothes only fit fake booties
Bad bitch, still talking cash shit
Pussy like water, I'm unbothered and relaxing
I would never trip on a nigga if I had him
Bitch, that's my trash, you the maid, so you bagged him, ah

I'm a savage (yeah)
Classy, bougie, ratchet (yeah)
Sassy, moody, nasty (hey, hey, yeah)
Acting stupid, what's happening? Bitch (whoa, whoa)
What's happening? Bitch (whoa, whoa)
I'm a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh
Acting stupid, what's happening? Bitch
What's happening? (Ayy, ah)

Eat me and record it, but your edge-up all I'm showing (ah)
I keep my niggas private, so his AP all I'm showing (baow)
Beefing with you bitches really getting kinda boring
If it ain't about the money, then you know I'm gon' ignore it
I'm the shit, ooh (ayy)
I need a mop to clean the floor, it's too much drip, ooh (too much drip, ooh)
I keep a knot, I keep a watch, I keep a whip, ooh (I keep a whip, baow)
Let's play a game, Simon says I'm still that bitch, ayy (still that bitch)
I'm still that bitch, yeah (ah)

I'm a savage (yeah)
Classy, bougie, ratchet (yeah)
Sassy, moody, nasty (yeah)
Acting stupid, what's happening? Bitch (what's up?)
What's happening? Bitch (what's up?)
I'm a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh
Acting stupid, what's happening? Bitch (what's up?)
What's happening?

Bitch, I'm lit like a match, ooh
And any nigga I let hit is still attached, ooh
That body right, but you know this pussy fat, ooh
I drop a picture, now these bitches feel attacked, ayy
Don't let that nigga gas you up and get you whacked, ooh
I make a call and get a pussy nigga smacked, uh
These bitches talkin' 'bout pulling up, well, where you at? Ooh
I'm in a Lamb', bitch, catch me if you can, ooh
I'm kickin' bitches out they spot, Stalli' Chan, yeah (ah, yeah)

Niggas say I taste like sugar, but ain't shit sweet, ah
Mwah
Ayy, ayy, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, mwah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Anthony White, Bobby Session, Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Captain Hook

Real Hot Girl shit, ah
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)

Ay, bitch, I'm a problem nobody solvin'
You can keep hating, I'm poppin' regardless
He want a bitch look like Megan Thee Stallion
Don't want your nigga 'cause I want his daddy
I like to switch up my style every week
I gotta switch up my hair every day
I ain't no ho, but I do be on go
And I promise my nigga's gon' love me the same
I'm a Hot Girl, don't try it at home
I wear the shit that be showing my thong
I like to drink and I like to have sex
I f*ck the niggas that's cutting the checks
Dance on the dick, now, you been served
I like a dick with a little bit of curve
Hit this pussy with an uppercut
Call that nigga Captain Hook

Ay, I go shopping, mmh, want it, then I cop it, ay, yeah
Bitches boppin', mmh, I do it, they copy, ay, look
He's a sweetie, mmh, kiss it when he eat it, ay, yeah
Know it's good when you chewin' and you singin'

I love niggas with conversation
That find the clit with no navigation
Mandatory that I get the head
But no guarantees on the penetration (huh)
I be texting with a bi chick
We both freaky, just trying shit (mwah)
Main nigga getting super jealous
He don't even know about the other fellas
I need a Mr. Clean, make that pussy beam (ooh, ooh)
Okay, I just might need a baker, make that pussy cream (pussy cream)
Okay, you woke up mad at me 'fore you ain't brush your teeth
Mm-mm-mm, that's just super sad, f*ck it, carpe diem, ah
I'm so indecisive, you can't cuff me, but I'm wifey (but I'm wifey)
I just want a nigga who gon' slurp me like an Icee (slurp me like an Icee)
Bitches bite me so hard, had to put them on a diet (put them on a diet)
Bitch, this ain't no tryout
So lil' ho, you better not try me (ho, you better not try me)
I got a man, I got a bitch
I'm a banana, they gotta split (hey, hey, ah)
One in your top, one in your tip (hey, hey)
One for the club, one for the crib (one for the crib)
My nigga fine, I wanna f*ck
Ice in his mouth, eat me up
Rockin' his chain, wearin' his ring
Gettin' some brain, ah, ah, ah

Ay, I go shopping, mmh, want it, then I cop it, ay, yeah
Bitches boppin', mmh, I do it, they copy, ay, look
He's a sweetie, mmh, kiss it when he eat it, ay, yeah
Know it's good when you chewin' and you singin'

Hot Girl Summer, I ain't f*cking with no drama, huh (f*ckin' with no drama)
He was tripping, so I hung out with his partner, huh (hey, with his partner)
F*ck him good, introduce me to his mama, huh (to his mama)
Thought he had me 'til I came out with the condom, huh (with the condom)
Drinking D'USSÉ out the motherf*ckin' bottle, hey (out the motherf*ckin' bottle)
I'm a rapper, not no motherf*ckin' model, huh (not no motherf*ckin' model)
Got a nigga, but I think I'll have another, huh (think I'll have another)
I'm too sexy to be f*cking under covers, huh

I know you know me, I ain't gotta introduce shit, hmm (introduce shit)
Same crew, I ain't hanging with no new bitch, hmm (hangin' with no new bitch)
I'ma buy it when I land, I rock new shit, hmm (bitch, I rock new shit)
I ain't f*cking with that nigga, I got new dick, hmm (whoa)
Please don't try me lil' bitch
You know I'm with that, hmm (bitch, you know I'm 'bout that)
I'll break a ho in half like a Kit-Kat, hmm (like a Kit-Kat)
Please don't ask me 'bout it
If you know I did that, huh (bitch, you know I did that)
Not a stylist, but I'll push your f*cking wig back, huh

Real Hot Girl shit, ah, mwah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Julian Martrel Mason, Megan J. Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Hit My Phone

Ay, posted, toasted, hangin' at the back
Made money all year, make a toast with the 'Gac
Window to the wall, throw it back, throw it back
And if I leave with him, he gon' eat it for a fact
I seen a lot of f*ck shit, but I'ma let it slide
I got it in my system, now I'm really tryna ride
I don't know if it's us Aquarius
That just like to have fun and ain't scared to f*ck (ah)

I get nasty
When the moon come out and the juice kick in
Liquor in my system, system
No need to ask me
When the party end 'cause I'm on my way
To give you what you're missin', missin'
It's 2:30 on the dot and still crackin' at the spot
Oh yeah-yeah, yeah
We ain't tryna make it home and I don't wanna be alone
No way, tonight

So hit my phone, woah-oh
Sippin' '42 and you know I'm bent
Too far gone, ohh-oh
Liquor got me sendin' that risky text

Ay, ay
I'm feelin' kinda tipsy, come and get me (yeah)
You can hit it in the party if you're feelin' risky (hey, hey, hey, yeah)
I got all these niggas mad 'cause they where you wanna be
On the dance floor, rubbin' all on my body (yeah)
Now tell them hoes back-back, give you fifty feet
Before you look at him, you know I'm the one you see (yeah bitch)
He told me I get crazy when I get up on the 'Gac
Nah, I just never play with bitches like that
I be drinkin' out the bottle and I need a mouthful
And I know I'm from the south, but you need your goggles (yeah, ha)
Party like a vato, shots of the blanco
Guaranteed to knock a nigga up out his zapatos
I'm tryna make it home, but you lookin' so good
I would pull it out your pants, right now if I could (yeah)
But you know everything I do gon' make it to the Net (ah)
So I guess I can wait until I get you to the bed, ah

So hit my phone, woah-oh
Sippin' '42 and you know I'm bent
Too far gone, ohh-oh
Liquor got me sendin' that risky text

It's 2:30 on the dot and still crackin' at the spot
Oh yeah-yeah, yeah
We ain't tryna make it home and I don't wanna be alone
No way, yeah, yeah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Andrew Wansel, Jacob Dutton, Kehlani Ashley Parrish, Megan J. Pete, Nija Aisha Alayja Charles, Samuel Benjamin Wishkoski
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






B.I.T.C.H.

(I'd rather keep it real with ya)

Real hot girl shit, ah
It ain't always about what you like
Sometimes it's about what's right
(Helluva made this beat baby) huh

I'd rather be a B-I-T-C-H (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me baby
You need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain't gon' give it to you right

I'd rather be a B-I-T-C-H (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me baby
You need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain't gon' give it to you right (ay)

Why you wanna play with me? You know I'm undefeated
A real hot girl know how to keep a nigga heated
You say you want respect? Well treat me how you wanna be treated
You told me to keep it real but you don't practice what you preachin'
You want me to blow your phone up and come looking for you 'til I find ya
You really want me to whoop the hoe that you f*ckin' with if I find her
Bitch you ain't that busy, I don't give a f*ck what you ain't got time for
You look me in my eyes and know you lyin', man that's fraud, bruh
Man you knew I was a player 'fore you met me, need to relax
You know that you gon' hate me if I get to playin' get-back
I ain't turn into no bad bitch when you met me, boy I been that
You tryna make me something that I ain't, and I ain't with that

I'd rather be a B-I-T-C-H (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me baby
You need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain't gon' give it to you right

I'd rather be a B-I-T-C-H (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me baby
You need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain't gon' give it to you right (ay, ay, huh)

I got my mind on gettin' paid, we ain't spoke in some days
He prolly thinkin' I'm in pain, but I'm really on game
Ain't no nigga finna stop me, independent, I got me
All the shit that I be needin', can't depend on a "prolly"
And that's f*cked up 'cause you know that I don't f*ck with nobody
I be quiet, but you out here tellin' stories one-sided
I ain't perfect, and I try to fix the shit that ain't working
But it's 2020, I ain't finna argue 'bout twerking
Since you wanna test the waters, might as well jump in with both feet
If you leave me, and you see me, better act like you don't know me
If you thinking shit get better with another bitch, go get her
When you realize she ain't got you like I got you, I can't help you

I'd rather be a B-I-T-C-H (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me baby
You need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain't gon' give it to you right

I'd rather be a B-I-T-C-H (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me baby
You need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain't gon' give it to you right (yuh)

I'd rather be a B-I-T-C-H (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me baby
You need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain't gon' give it to you right

I'd rather be a B-I-T-C-H (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
Ohh, ohh
(I'd rather keep it real with ya)
Ohh, ohh
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Douglas B. Rasheed, Gary Lee Cooper, George Clinton Jr., Tupac Amaru Shakur, William Earl Collins, Martin Rafael Mccurtis, Megan J. Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Rich

Hey, ay, ay
I ain't never need a nigga money 'cause I make it
But if that nigga wanna pay a bill, I'ma take it

I love a lot of zeros, but I don't f*ck with no losers (yeah)
Two type of people in this world and I'm a chooser (yeah)
I was in the club with my trick eating suya (hey)
Brought my freaky friend 'cause he know I ain't gon' do nothin' (nah)
He be eating everybody pussy, I can't kiss him
I'ma give him back when he broke, I can't fix him (nah)
Should've saw his face when I ran it up in Louis (ha)
I'ma treat the nigga how he look (ay, ay), stupid

I'm a rich bitch with some rich friends (yeah, yeah, hey)
If he buy it for me, he gotta buy it for them (buy, buy)
I'm a boss bitch, I don't need help (yeah, yeah)
I'ma tell him to buy it, but I can get it myself, ah (ooh, ooh)
Rich lil' bitch, don't be speaking if you broke (hey, hey)
Rich ass bitch gettin' money on my own (money on my own)
Rich lil' bitch, don't be speaking if you broke (hey, hey, hey, yeah)
I'm a rich ass bitch gettin' money on my own, ah (ay, ay)

I get real money, big rolls, no tummy (huh)
Buy it off the mannequin, I go real dummy (yes)
I'm the hot girl, I'm the it bitch (it bitch)
Probably got your favorite nigga on my block list, uh (ay, hey, yeah)
Ain't no upgradin', where you goin' after me? (goin' after me)
Your bitch ain't in my bracket, stop comparing her to me (comparing her to me)
You in love with him, but he buyin' shit for me (buyin' shit for free)
We be spendin' time, but he know it ain't for free (yeah)

I'm a rich bitch with some rich friends (yeah, yeah, hey)
If he buy it for me, he gotta buy it for them (buy, buy)
I'm a boss bitch, I don't need help (yeah, yeah)
I'ma tell him to buy it, but I can get it myself, ah (ooh, ooh)
Rich lil' bitch, don't be speaking if you broke (hey, hey)
Rich ass bitch gettin' money on my own (money on my own)
Rich lil' bitch, don't be speaking if you broke (hey, hey, hey, yeah)
I'm a rich ass bitch gettin' money on my own, ah (ay, ay)

Niggas say I taste like sugar, but ain't shit sweet
If it ain't about no motherf*ckin' money, don't be lookin' for me, ah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Courageous Xavier Herrera, Frank Packer, Harald Hjermann Sorebo, Megan J. Pete, Thomas Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Stop Playing

Please stop playin' with me, bitch
Please stop playin' with me
Please stop playin' with me, bitch
Please stop playin' with me (ay)

You bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch, look at my ring
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'
You bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch, look at my ring
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'

Way too lit, watch my drip
When I take that sip, niggas know I ain't playin'
I'm from the H, excuse my slang
I'm comin' down, know what I'm sayin'?
I really be workin', bought me a Birkin
I bet if I post it, them bitches gon' hate
Sayin' you happy and knowin' you hatin'
Don't congratulate me, you bitches is fake (yeah)
Just got a bag, went to the lot
Looked at the dealer and told him, "I'll take it"
Before I was rich, I was poppin' my shit
Now that I'm lit, ain't shit changed
Watchin' me blow up, watchin' me glow up
Ay, I know you can't take it, ay
Talkin' that shit from way over there
Huh, bitch, stop playin' (ay)

You bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch, look at my ring
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'
You bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch (watch), look at my ring (ring)
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'

Say it again
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin' (stop playin')
Your Rolex is flooded, look at your hand (your hand)
My house came with acres, I own some land (yeah)
Big booty bitch 'bout to bust out her pants (woo)
Damn, look how she walk (walk), she got a stance (stance)
These hoes throwin' salt (salt), you might get a chance
Young Wunna big boss, my M's in advance (yeah)
Feel like a prince (prince), money gon' print
I'm kickin' shit, young Jackie Chan (wah)
I'm the new voice, ridin' 'round with that bread (that bread)
My crew done got rich, ain't no way be depressed (depressed)
I'm so elite elite), I'm the rap MVP (uh-huh)
Ain't no way to compete, you get way too much rest (much rest)
Keep that shit on, every day I be dressed (be dressed)
I'm rockin' Margiela, this t-shirt is mesh

Please stop playin' with me, bitch
Please stop playin' with me
Please stop playin' with me, bitch
Please stop playin' with me (ay)

you bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch, look at my ring
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin'
You bitches is weird, I don't wanna hang
Way that he talkin', I'm knowin' he lame
Look at my watch, look at my ring
You know how I'm comin', bitch, stop playin', ah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Chad Hugo, Megan J. Pete, Pharrell L. Williams, Sergio Giavanni Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING






Crying in the Car

Money to make and we all gon' spend it
Takin' care of my team, they wit' me
Can't complain, can't do no trippin'
Sayin' a prayer and I know he hear me
People keep sayin' I should be the bigger person
Who's gonna worry 'bout me when I'm hurtin'?
Got one more time, keep talkin' that shit
And I'ma wild out and go hard on a bitch
I been stayin' up all night
My niggas in the street, I'm makin' sure they're alright
And if I tell 'em it's a issue, then it's on sight
I'm on point, let me show you what that aim like

Shit ain't the same and you say I'm changin'
But I really think it's you
Mad at me 'cause I'm elevatin'
But what you wanted me to do?

Please don't give up on me, Lord, Lord
Promise to keep goin' hard, hard
All of them nights that I cried in the car
All them tears turned into ice on my arms
Please don't give up on me, Lord, Lord
Promise to keep goin' hard, hard
All of them nights that I cried in the car
All them tears turned into ice on my arms

And that's why I keep goin' harder
And harder (ay)
And that's why I keep goin' harder
And harder (ay)

Nigga, why you wanna play with me?
And why your girl look like she got somethin' to say to me?
He a snake and you layin' in the snake pit
'Cause he the type of nigga f*ck a bitch I'm cool with
I don't want to talk and I barely wanna listen
Niggas playin' tag and they all tryna get me
Gotta stay focused, gotta stay winnin'
Young bitch just tryna make these millions
You know ya really motivatin' me
I'm really happy that you mothaf*ckas hate me
All them hoes get quiet when I walk in
They don't bother me, I know them bitches ain't shit

Shit ain't the same and you say I'm changin'
But I really think it's you
Mad at me 'cause I'm elevatin'
But what you wanted me to do?

Please don't give up on me, Lord, Lord
Promise to keep goin' hard, hard
All of them nights that I cried in the car
All them tears turned into ice on my arms
Please don't give up on me, Lord, Lord
Promise to keep goin' hard, hard
All of them nights that I cried in the car
All them tears turned into ice on my arms

And that's why I keep goin' harder
And harder (ay)
And that's why I keep goin' harder
And harder (ay)

And that's why I keep goin' harder
And harder (ay)
And that's why I keep goin' harder
And harder (ay)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Chad Hugo, Megan J. Pete, Pharrell L Williams, Benjamin Roustaing, Jack Hawitt, Lewis Gardiner, Robin Stjernberg
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






What I Need

I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (yeah)
Told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me (yeah, yeah)
Blowin' up you phone 'cause you know what I need (yeah, yeah)
You know what I need
I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (yeah)
Told you I ain't mean it but you still mad at me (yeah, yeah)
Blowin' up you phone 'cause you know what I need (yeah, yeah)
You know what I need (I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave)
You know what I need (told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me)
You know what I need (blowin' up you phone 'cause you know what I need)
You know what I need (yeah, yeah)
You know what I need

I'm the only one that know you best
And I'm the only one that make you happy when you're stressed
Know I'm kinda crazy, I'm a big baby
I was out here wildin', I'm just happy you was patient (ooh)
You know this pussy like a drug to you (ooh)
You know I soften up the thug in you (ooh)
I wanna come confess my love to you (ooh)
I could never get enough of you (ooh)

And I, and I still got love for you
And I, and I wanna leave the club with you
And I'd, and I'd, I'd beat a bitch up for you
And I, and I forever know what's up with you

I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (yeah)
Told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me (yeah, yeah)
Blowin' up you phone 'cause you know what I need (yeah, yeah)
You know what I need
I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (yeah)
Told you I ain't mean it but you still mad at me (yeah, yeah)
Blowin' up you phone 'cause you know what I need (yeah, yeah)
You know what I need (I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave)
You know what I need (told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me)
You know what I need (blowin' up you phone 'cause you know what I need)
You know what I need (yeah, yeah)
You know what I need (ay, ay)

Now who the f*ck you think you f*cking with if it ain't me?
Boy, if you don't see me in your future, you can't see
My body only work for you, I'm a love machine
Baby, we a team and you match me like a theme
I know I sent a couple crazy texts, but I ain't mean that
Said you was my nigga, so you gon' forever be that
What you get is what you get, know that real is what you need
I know it's hard to deal, I be trippin', but that's me (ooh)

And I, and I still got love for you (ooh)
And I, and I wanna leave the club with you (ooh)
And I'd, and I'd, I'd beat a bitch up for you (ooh)
And I, and I forever know what's up with you (ooh)

I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (yeah)
Told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me (yeah, yeah)
Blowin' up you phone 'cause you know what I need (yeah, yeah)
You know what I need
I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave (yeah)
Told you I ain't mean it but you still mad at me (yeah, yeah)
Blowin' up you phone 'cause you know what I need (yeah, yeah)
You know what I need (I'll cut you off and get mad when you leave)
You know what I need (told you I ain't mean it, but you still mad at me)
You know what I need (blowin' up you phone 'cause you know what I need)
You know what I need (yeah, yeah)
You know what I need

You know what I need
You know what I need
You know what I need, you know what I need
You know what I need
You know what I need
You know what I need
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Writer: Megan J. Pete, Timothy Z. Mosley
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Anthem Entertainment, 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING








Suga is the third extended play by American rapper Megan Thee Stallion. It features guest appearances from Kehlani and Gunna. The project's release was preceded by legal troubles between the rapper and the label, following a contract renegotiation attempt, which led to the filing of a temporary restraining order towards the label.

Megan had initially intended for it to be her debut studio album, but instead released it as an EP as a result.

The EP features the single "B.I.T.C.H.", released on January 24, 2020, that charted at number 31 on the Billboard Hot 100. The album's second single, "Captain Hook", was released on March 10, 2020, and charted at number 74 in the US.

The third and final single "Savage", was sent to top 40 radio formats on April 7, 2020, and has since become Megan Thee Stallion's first chart-topper in the United States, aided by a Beyoncé remix.
Performed By: Megan Thee Stallion
Genre(s): Hip hop, R&B
Producer(s): Producer Helluva, J. Tabb, J. White Did It, Jake One, LilJuMadeDaBeat, Pop Wansel, Swish, The Neptunes, Timbaland, Tommy Brown,
Released: March 6th, 2020
Year: 2020

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