His Friends And His Dad Hate Me Lyrics

His Friends And His Dad Hate Me Lyrics

[Megan Thee Stallion:]
Real hot girl s
(D.A. got that dope)

[DaBaby:]
That ain’t DaBaby, that’s my baby
Her friends and mom hate me (Go)
Lay down on the bed, do the crybaby (Mmm)
She ain’t gave me none of that p in a while
She had the boy waitin’, I don’t mind waitin’ (Come here)
Oh, you ain’t gon’ respond to my texts? (Oh, yeah?)
Want me keep on my diamonds, we s? (What’s your name?)

Keisha? (Kei), Jasmine? (Jas), Kiera? Megan? (Go)
Lisa? Ashley? (Ashley), Sierra? Sarah?
She got her hands on her knees with her asin the air, ooh, that lil’ b a player
If her friends ain’t around to record it, she bend over, shake that lil’ a in the mirror
Like goddamn, what a n gotta do for your number?
Shawty came through with that head so good, I said f it, I ain’t usin’ no rubber
Way she make that as bounce, think I love her
Got that as and that mouth from her mother
Type to make your bae mad, you in trouble
NBA playoffs that as, it’s a bubble
Uh-uh, uh-uh, come here, come here, uh-uh
Throw that as back, come here, come here

That ain’t DaBaby, that’s my baby
Her friends and mom hate me (Go)
Lay down on the bed, do the crybaby (Go)
She ain’t gave me none of that p in a while
She had the boy waitin’, I don’t mind waitin’
Oh, you ain’t gon’ respond to my texts? (Oh, yeah?)
Want me keep on my diamonds, we s ? (What’s your name?)

[Megan Thee Stallion:]
(Wah, wah, wah, wah) Real hot girl s (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Lay on my stomach, toot it up, do the crybaby (Crybaby)
Look back, hold it open, now he annihilated (Yeah)
Moaning like a b when he hit this p
Damn, he probably wanna wear my hoodie (Ah)
Choke me, s me, look at me, thank me (Thank me)
If I give it to another n , he’ll hate me (He’ll hate me)
Spit, slurp, give him that work
Fell too fast for me, now the n hurt
Deeper, deeper, I need a reaper
Thought I was in trouble how he tearin’ them cheeks up
Keep me a freak, who the flavor of the week?
If I make up the rules, then I don’t think it’s cheatin’
Jordan, Tommy, Timothy, Daniel (Which one?)
Might let Jonathan bring in Sarah (Come here, Sarah)
b tryna brag about taking my man (Huh?)
Hah, I needed me a n off my hands (Hahahaha)
Uh-uh, don’t f me like that, f me like this, yeah, ayy

His friends and his dad hate me (Yeah)
I broke his lil’ heart, he a crybaby (Wah-wah-wah)
If I ain’t let him hit the p by now
Then that n lame if he still waitin’ (Ah, ah, ah)
I ain’t even save your number (Nope)
So no, I don’t can’t reply to no text (No text)
I make him cry ’bout the p , hmm
Probably why my s so wet (Ah, ah, ah, ah, wah, wah, wah)