Moody Girl lyrics
by Megan Thee Stallion
[Intro]
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the f*ck up")
Real motherf*ckin' sad girl sh*t, ah
[Verse 1]
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 f*cked and I still feel horny
Thick than a b*tch, but I'm still missin' pieces
Hide my pain where nobody sees it
I'm in the club every motherf*ckin' weekend
f*ck on a n*gga, then leave while he's sleeping
Sad little b*tch, I be twerkin' and cryin'
Pretty on the outsidе, inside dyin'
Leave mе alone, where you goin'? Don't leave me
Need this pus*y, but n*gga 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 di*k, yes, b*tch, 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 sh*t down, but nobody hold me
That's okay 'cause I'm the strong homie
[Chorus]
Shakin' this ass, actin' bad, I'm just mad at my n*gga
Dress like, "f*ck me," but don't touch me, I'm just mad at my n*gga
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
[Verse 2]
Sorry, my appetite is so insatiable
Blow him off, that di*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 f*ckin'
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*gga, 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
f*ck all this famous sh*t, 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, sh*t, f*ck it
Whatever you heard, trust it
Hate on me 'cause I love it
I don't respond to hoes that be subbin'
[Chorus]
Shakin' this ass, actin' bad, I'm just mad at my n*gga
Dress like, "f*ck me," but don't touch me, I'm just mad at my n*gga
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