Body - Megan Thee Stallion

Breaking down and I had the whole world watching But the worst part is really who watched me? Every night I cried, I almost died And nobody close tried to stop me Long as everybody getting paid, right? Everything will be okay, right? I'm winning, so nobody tripping Bet if I ever fall off everybody go missing (At night) I'm sittin' in a dark room thinking Probably why I always end up drinking (Yes), I'm very depressed How can somebody so blessed wanna slit they wrist? Shit, I'd probably bleed out some Pinot When they find me, I'm in Valentino, ayy He pouring me shots thinking it's lit Hah, little did he know This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, yeah Pink nails 'round his neck, huh But this ain't domestic, ayy Think it's going down, hah Now he stand corrected, ayy This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, ah Ayy, damn I got problems Never thought a bitch like me would ever hit rock bottom Man, I miss my parents Way too anxious, always cancel my plans Pulled up, caught him cheatin' Gettin' his dick sucked in the same spot I'm sleeping Lord, give me a break I don't know how much more of this shit I can take (ayy) How long you been worried 'bout me telling people that's not me? Honestly it kinda feel like you plottin', watching Why is you speaking on me at my lowest When you acted like you ain't noticed? I was tripping, going crazy And they low-key hatin' so they ain't gonna say shit Damn, I finally see it I'm killing myself when bitches would die to be me This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, yeah Pink nails 'round his neck, huh But this ain't domestic, ayy Think it's going down, hah Now he stand corrected, ayy This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, ah I ain't going, yeah No emotion, ayy Back outside, yeah Back in motion, ayy He keep calling, hmm I ignore it, ayy He say I'm crazy, hmm Don't I know it, ah

Yeah, hey Real hot girl shit, ah (fuck that, fuck that nigga) Hey, hey, baow, baow (brrt, brrt, brrt) Look, why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong? (Huh?) 'Bout to make this every bad bitch song (bad bitch song), ayy Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down... (baow, baow) Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? Ayy (clown) Look, I ain't in my feelings wit' it (in my feelings) Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it (get it, get it) Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys Shh, cut the noise I ain't goin' back and forth with these lil' boys (lil' boys) I'm a February baby, I'm a big flirt (big flirt) I gotta give a nigga space when his feelings hurt (hey, hey) Ayy, look, cut the shit I ain't goin' back and forth with a broke bitch (broke bitch) Jawbreaker, I ain't fuckin' with the sucker shit (yeah) If I cut her off, then I mean it and it's "fuck a bitch" The more I ignore you, the more you adore me (yeah) Crazy-ass niggas need to come with a warnin' (come with a warnin') Is he crazy 'bout me or he just crazy? You been trippin' lately (yeah, yeah) Nigga too attached, got him actin' like a titty baby (yeah) Bullet wounds, backstabs, mama died, still sad At war with myself, in my head, bitch, it's Baghdad New nigga tryna come around and play cleaner (hmm) My clothes fit tight, but my heart need a seamstress (ah) Look, why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong? (What?) 'Bout to make this every bad bitch song (bad bitch song), ayy Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down... (baow, baow) Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? Ayy (clown) Look, I ain't in my feelings wit' it (in my feelings) Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it (get it, get it) Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys (yuh, yuh, baow, baow-b-baow) One, never let a nigga see you sweat (never) Two, never let these niggas come between a check (yeah) Three, never let a nigga turn you 'gainst me 'Cause the dick come and go, but I'm ridin' past E', ayy (ridin' past E') Keep that shit player, I'on like gettin' personal Treat 'em like a job, when I get 'em, I'm workin' 'em Niggas love usin' Instagram like a journal (yeah) Just like my ass, niggas talkin' in a circle (baow-b-baow) Why niggas love to talk down? I'on know (I'on know) Like I ain't keepin' all the facts in my phone (baow-b-baow) Like I ain't got the pictures of you beggin' for forgiveness (yeah) I ain't gotta do the most, I know what the real is (I know what the real is) Ain't the jealous type, please don't believe the hype (please) You can't make me mad with some shit that I'ma like (that I'ma like) Don't mean to be intrusive, but you thinkin' you exclusive (ah) When a party ain't a party if my bitches ain't included (ah, ah) Look, why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong? (What?) 'Bout to make this every bad bitch song (every bad bitch song), ayy Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down... (baow, baow) Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? Ayy (clown) Look, I ain't in my feelings wit' it (in my feelings) Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it (get it, get it) Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise (yeah, yeah) We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys (baow, baow-b-baow) Why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong? 'Bout to make this every bad bitch song, ayy Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? Ayy Look, I ain't in my feelings wit' it Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys