Letra de ' NDA ' de Megan Thee Stallion

I ain't perfect
But anything I did to any of you niggas
Y'all deserved it
You see me in that mode
Don't disturb me when I'm workin'

Lil' bitch you better back up
Don't know what be in these purses
And I ain't say: Excuse me
'Cause I did that shit on purpose

Yeah, you see a star up in this bitch
You know I brought a hundred black cars in this bitch
Neat freak, I don't like nobody touchin' on my shit
So you know I had to bring my own bottles in this bitch (ayy, ayy, ah)

Ridin' by myself, shoppin' bag in the backseat
Niggas with the money to they ear don't attract me
Fly out the country
Let a prince nigga bag me
Nympho, known to do a nigga pockets nasty (ah)

Bitches hatin' on me
But it's cool, niggas love me
Body bangin'
I ain't had to let the doctor cut me
Sick of bein' humble

'Cause you bitches don't respect that
And the next one of y'all hoes wanna get bold, I'm gon' check that
And the next one of y'all blogs wanna spread lies, I'm gon' sue you
And the next bitch that break my NDA, that go for you too

Now listen to me 'cause I'm givin' you bitches a warning
You gon' have to pay me forever tryna be corny

Ayy, I'm from the city of the drank sippers, slidin', ridin' paint drippers (yeah)
Bitches so bad
Got the famous niggas datin' strippers
Choppin' all the music
So you know I'm kinda screwed up
Wrist so icy
Turn the drank into a cool cup
Goin' through so some shit
So I gotta stay busy

Bought a 'Rari, I can't let the shit I'm thinkin' catch up with me (yeah, catch up with me)
If they say they see me outside of a bookin', that was kizzy
Barely be at home, but I still put on for my city

Damn, where the real bitches at?
I'm finna bring real bitches back (ayy, ayy)
Where's all the real niggas at?
Free the guys, bring the real niggas back (ayy, ayy)

Damn, where the real bitches at?
I'm finna bring real bitches back
Where's all the real niggas at?
Free the guys, bring the real niggas back (ah)

How many more ways
Can I say that I'm the baddest bitch?
I walk in and bitches grab they nigga
That's a compliment

'Cause you know in his head, he wanna spread me like a condiment
He want me to make that glizzy disappear and swallow it
You know I keep it realer than real
Ain't shit 'bout me fraudulent

They take all the hate that they got for me and they market it
When they shit ain't poppin', they usin' Megan for marketing (yeah)
And they ain't got enough in they budget for me to talk to them (no)

I know you hoes wish that I would get down and stay down (I won't)
Bitch, make a move or keep that shit up on the playground
'Cause I ain't finna stop until I make it to the t-in-op
And I do everything that all my haters said I could not (yeah, yeah, yeah)

And it look like Poseidon just be slidin' on my wristwatch
I hope that you ain't shoppin' when I'm shoppin', you get kicked out
I gotta watch my back, 'cause I forget that I'm the shit now
I walk up in the studio pissed off and lay that shit down

Matter fact, wait, stop, bitch, I really rap
I be quick to check you pussy bitches like a pap
Kill a bitch, all I need is a pencil and a pad
Let me get the beat, so they remember who I am

Damn, where the real bitches at?
I'm finna bring real bitches back (ayy, ayy)
Where's all the real niggas at?
Free the guys, bring the real niggas back (ayy, ayy)

Nigga, damn, where the real bitches at?
I'm finna bring real bitches back (ayy, real bitches back)
Where's all the real niggas at? (Ayy, ayy)
Free the guys, bring the real niggas back