Accent Lyrics – Megan Thee Stallion

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[Intro: Megan Thee Stallion & GloRilla]
Yeah, keep telling yourself I ain’t the s*it, b!tch, maybe one day you’ll believe it
Hm (GloRilla)
Real hot girl s*it (Ah, ayy)

[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
I’m thicker than my accent (Accent)
And n!ggas love that s*it (Yeah, yeah)
Pretending he don’t understand me (Huh?)
So we can talk again (Talk again)
You don’t look as good as me (Good as me)
So, b!tch, don’t call me twin (Call me twin)
Thought he was a city boy
Until he met a country b!tch (Ah)

[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
I keep a n!gga in his feelings (Ooh), I wake up pissing off b!tches (Ah)
They all be talking to the wall, yeah, I make ’em question they existence (Yeah, huh)
If getting money was a sport, I’m showing out at the Olympics (Okay, okay, okay)
Next n!gga I make famous, I’m collecting my commission (Commission)
B!tch, I’m thicker than your bifocals (Ah, ah, ah), all my denim be double-knitted
Boy, I’m thicker than your bloodline, thicker than a Popeye’s biscuit (Ah)
Waist slim, ass fat, the ratio is so scientific (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You would think that “through thick and thin” was a phrase that I invented (Hm)
On they neck like a Dallas shag, talk s*it like I’m Pimp Chad (Hm)
Since Chanel went up on the price, I know hoes ain’t got this bag (I know hoes ain’t got this bag)
They d!ck ride, then they start dissing, I ain’t fu*king with the ass-kissing (No)
What the fu*k is hoes talking ’bout? (Uh) Looking for me? I was never missing (Ah)

[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion & GloRilla]
I’m thicker than my accent (Accent)
And n!ggas love that s*it (Yeah, yeah)
Pretending he don’t understand me (Huh?)
So we can talk again (Talk again)
You don’t look as good as me (Good as me)
So, b!tch, don’t call me twin (Call me twin)
Thought he was a city boy

Until he met a country b!tch (Yeah, ah)
I’m thicker than my accent (Yeah, accent)
And n!ggas love that s*it (Yeah, yeah)
Pretending he don’t understand me (Hello?)
So we can talk again (Talk again)
You don’t look as good as me (Good as me)
So, b!tch, don’t call me twin (Call me twin)
Thought he was a city boy (GloRilla, woo)
Until he met a country b!tch (Ah)

[Verse 2: GloRilla]
Whatever I do be cool, n!ggas love a Memphis b!tch (On God)
Anything I do gon’ turn him on, I do some simple s*it (Facts)
You gon’ let that n!gga do whatever ’cause you a simple b!tch (Ho)
I do what these n!ggas do, I don’t tolerate no hypocrites (The fu*k?)
I’ma throw an R in any word that got a U in it (Hey)
Why you keep on rapping ’bout that switch when you ain’t using it? (Nah, I’m saying)
My n!gga caught me cheating, I told him, “Bae, I was just using him” (For real)
He told me hit his line whenever I need him, so I’m abusing it (Haha)
True Religion, I feel like a stallion, horseshoes on my ass (Woo)
It’s been two years, why you still speaking on me? Ho, I know you mad (Haha)
He never had no country b!tch, he say he wanna try him one (Ayy)
He like the way I pronounce Cuban, told that n!gga buy me one (On God, God)

[Chorus: GloRilla & Megan Thee Stallion]
I’m thicker than my accent (My accent)
And n!ggas love that s*it
Pretend that he don’t understand me (Huh)
So we can talk again (Woo)
You don’t look as good as me (B!tch)
So, b!tch, don’t call me twin
Thought he was a city boy
Until he met a country b!tch (Ayy)

[Verse 3: Megan Thee Stallion & GloRilla]
I’m the one hoes tryna be (Yup), Big Ben couldn’t clock the tea (Ah)
Put a Scat Pack in a b!tch back, bet she still couldn’t keep up with me (Woah, woah, woah)
Shoot my shot at you if I want you, I don’t give a fu*k ’bout your ho (Uh)
To be honest, these n!ggas b!tches, I’m the realest n!gga that I know (Ayy, on God)
If it’s smoke with my lil’ sis then I’m at your door with it, right or wrong
From the M to the H with it (Yeah, yeah), they know what the fu*k going on (Gang, gang)
Ain’t no room up in this club, all my ass done took it up, woah
They don’t know if it’s for the strippers or all ’em ones they threw for us (Ah)

[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
I’m thicker than my accent (Accent, yeah)
And n!ggas love that s*it (Yeah, yeah)
Pretending he don’t understand me (Huh?)
So we can talk again (Talk again)
You don’t look as good as me (Good as me)
So, b!tch, don’t call me twin (Call me twin)
Thought he was a city boy
Until he met a country b!tch (Yeah, ah)
I’m thicker than my accent (Yeah, accent)
And n!ggas love that s*it (Yeah, yeah)
Pretending he don’t understand me (Hello?)
So we can talk again (Talk again)
You don’t look as good as me (Good as me)
So, b!tch, don’t call me twin (Call me twin)
Thought he was a city boy
Until he met a country b!tch (Hey, ah)