Moody Girl (Explicit)

Moody Girl (Explicit) - Megan Thee Stallion

Lyrics by：M. Pete/J. Houston/A. Holmes/M. Gay/C. Martin

Produced by：Juicy J/HitKidd

What Juicy say

Shut the **** up

Real ************* sad girl **** ah

In a room full of people I still feel lonely

By myself even when he all on me

Tell me you love me know you just told me

We just ****** and I still feel horny

Thick than a ***** but I'm still missin' pieces

Hide my pain where nobody sees it

I'm in the club every ************* weekend

**** on a n***a then leave while he's sleeping

Sad little ***** I be twerkin' and cryin'

Pretty on the outsidе inside dyin'

Leave mе alone where you goin' don't leave me

Need this p***y but n***a don't need me

Fly like an angel bad like a demon

Come so quick that's how I see men

Monday Tuesday Wednesdays weekends

We have good times when I see them

Why do you even like me I'm broken

Is it the way I can hold my throat open

She smoke d**k yes ***** I'm tokin'

Eyes locked in on his I'm focused

So many friends but I still feel lonely

How come none of y'all call to check on me

Hold **** down but nobody hold me

That's okay 'cause I'm the strong homie

Shakin' this a*s actin' bad

I'm just mad at my n***a

Dress like "**** me" but don't touch me

I'm just mad at my n***a

Boy you play too much

Only thing touchin' these lips tonight is liquor

He said I play too much

Only thing gettin' this head tonight is my pillow ayy

Sorry my appetite is so insatiable

Blow him off that d**k inflatable

Thinkin' 'bout you it ain't a day that go

By where my mind ain't picturin' fellatio

By where my mind ain't thinkin' 'bout ******'

By where my mind ain't thinkin' 'bout touchin'

Uh matter fact don't touch me

Looked in the mirror and I'm feeling kind of ugly

I wanna breathe what you breathe see what you see

Taste like you I eat what you eat

All day every day be where you be

N***a don't play I know where you sleep

I breathe and they pressed

I pop off they get stressed

I'm way too clean to entertain mess

**** all this famous **** you gettin' checked

Why y'all keep actin' like I ain't real

Why y'all keep tellin' me how I feel

Why y'all keep actin' like I ain't solid

What about all the tea I ain't spilled

Hmm **** **** it

Whatever you heard trust it

Hate on me 'cause I love it

I don't respond to h*es that be subbin'

Shakin' this a*s actin' bad I'm just mad at my n***a

Dress like "**** me" but don't touch me

I'm just mad at my n***a

Boy you play too much

Only thing touchin' these lips tonight is liquor

He said I play too much

Only thing gettin' this head tonight is my pillow ayy