Lyrics

Megan Thee Stallion – Accent Lyrics

Megan Thee Stallion Accent Lyrics (feat. GloRilla)

Yeah, keep tellin’ yourself I ain’t the shit, b****, maybe one day you’ll believe it
Hm (GloRilla)
Real hot girl shit (Ah, ayy)

I’m thicker than my accent (Accent)
And n*** love that shit (Yeah, yeah)
Pretendin’ 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****, don’t call me twin (Call me twin)
Thought he was a city boy
Until he met a country b**** (Ah)

I keep a n** in his feelings (Ooh), I wake up pissin’ off b****es (Ah)
They all be talkin’ to the wall (Yeah), I make ’em question they existence (Yeah, huh)
If gettin’ money was a sport, I’m showin’ out at the Olympics (Okay, okay, okay)
Next n** I make famous, I’m collectin’ my comission (Comission)
B****, 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 shit 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 dick ride, then they start dissin’, I ain’t f**kin’ with the ass-kissin’ (No)
What the f**k is hoes talkin’ ’bout? (Uh) Lookin’ for me? I was never missin’ (Ah)

I’m thicker than my accent (Accent)
And n*** love that shit (Yeah, yeah)
Pretendin’ 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****, don’t call me twin (Call me twin)
Thought he was a city boy
Until he met a country b**** (Yeah, ah)
I’m thicker than my accent (Yeah, accent)
And n*** love that shit (Yeah, yeah)
Pretendin’ 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****, don’t call me twin (Call me twin)
Thought he was a city boy (GloRilla, woo)
Until he met a country b**** (Ah)

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

I’m thicker than my accent (My accent)
And n*** love that shit
Pretend that he don’t understand me (Huh)
So we can talk again (Woo)
You don’t look as good as me (B****)
So, b****, don’t call me twin
Thought he was a city boy
Until he met a country b**** (Ayy)

I’m the one hoes tryna be (Yup), Big Ben couldn’t clock the tea (Ah)
Put a Scat Pack in a b**** back (Ho), 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 f**k ’bout your ho (Uh)
To be honest, these n*** b****es, I’m the realest n** that I know (Ayy, on God)
I just smoked with my lil’ sis and I’m at your door with it (Ho), right or wrong (Ha)
From the M to the H with it (Yeah, yeah), they know what the f**k goin’ on (Go, go, go)
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 (Ha)

I’m thicker than my accent (Accent, yeah)
And n*** love that shit (Yeah, yeah)
Pretendin’ 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****, don’t call me twin (Call me twin)
Thought he was a city boy
Until he met a country b**** (Yeah, ah)
I’m thicker than my accent (Yeah, accent)
And n*** love that shit (Yeah, yeah)
Pretendin’ 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****, don’t call me twin (Call me twin)
Thought he was a city boy
Until he met a country b**** (Hey, ah)