Do It On The Tip lyrics

[Intro: Megan Thee Stallion, JT & Yung Miami]
Real hot girl sh*t
(Do it on the di*k, do it on the di*k, do it, do it)
And the motherf*ckin' City Girls
(Do it on the di*k, do it on the di*k, do it, do it)

[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
I would never trip about any old di*k (Yeah)
If my heart broke, it's nothin' that my jeweler won't fix (That my jeweler won't fix)
Put some ice on my chest just to cool my sh*t (Brr)
And I keep me a fur, 'cause I'm a real cold b*tch, ayy (Ah)
I'm a cold b*tch, yes, I'm a cold piece
Lookin' for a Mr. Freeze to get froze like me (Like me)
Got a lot of cold stones, and I ain't talkin' ice cream (Ice cream)
Put my arm to the sun, bet I melt your wholе team
Okay, now can I take your order? I'ma sеrve 'em what they wanted (Yeah)
b*tches thinkin' they the sh*t when they really toilet water (When they really toilet water)
They don't go against me, they gon' go bar for bar? (Bar for bar?)
I'ma get 'em in the end like Simba did Scar (Ayy)
Oh, sh*t, I think I'm pregnant, but I don't see no belly (I don't see it)
These b*tches tryna come my way before they even ready (They premature)
They say I got the skills, they say I got the look (I got the look)
I got so many bars, they puttin' money on my books, hey (On my books)
Be mad at them n*ggas how you be mad at me (b*tch)
He got you lookin' stupid, but you wanna argue with me (Huh?)
I got a couple of b*tches mad 'cause I don't f*ck with them no more (I don't f*ck with them no more)
But since you say you so unbothered, what you speaking on me for? (Shh)
[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Do it on the di*k, do it on the di*k, do it, do it
Do it on the di*k, do it on the di*k, do it, do it
Do it on the di*k, do it on the di*k, do it, do it
Do it on the di*k, do it on the di*k, do it, do it

[Verse 2: JT & Yung Miami]
Top-notch b*tch, I'm A-listed (Huh?)
This City Girl sh*t, can't flex like this
Old country-ass b*tch can't dress like this (Can't)
Bye, do it on the di*k and a b*tch (Period)
Clap this ass on that di*k, I'ma spazz on that di*k
Go to sleep, take a nap, I'ma crash on that di*k
I won't beg for no di*k, I won't cry for no di*k
If your di*k broke, n*gga, put a cast on that di*k
Rich with an attitude, R-W-A (You is)
b*tch, I got kids, I know how you hoes play (You do)
Ice cube, peanut pus*y, eat it, soufflé (Ow)
These hoes my sons, I should call 'em O'Shea
f*ckboys, I ain't pressed for 'em (At all)
I need a n*gga with a Patek and a TEC on him (Ice, ice, ice)
Big di*k, Chrome Hearts, and baguettes on him
If he got the bread, I'ma do the rest for him, period

[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Do it on the di*k, do it on the di*k, do it, do it
Do it on the di*k, do it on the di*k, do it, do it
Do it on the di*k, do it on the di*k, do it, do it
Do it on the di*k, do it on the di*k, do it, do it
[Verse 3: Megan Thee Stallion]
Ayy, real b*tch, but that body built like a doll (Like a doll)
I ain't in no competition with these hoes at all (With these hoes at all)
I should own a bakery way n*ggas bring the cake to me (Ah)
And if that boy a baller, I bet I can make him play for me
Okay, now, do it for a real b*tch (Yeah), buy a b*tch a real bag (Buy a b*tch a real bag)
Before I pick the wrong n*gga, make sure your friends tagged (Who is he?)
Do it for them b*tches and they friends who be big mad (Ah)
I know my haters watchin', so I do it for they b*tch-ass

[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Do it on the di*k, do it on the di*k, do it, do it
Do it on the di*k, do it on the di*k, do it, do it
Do it on the di*k, do it on the di*k, do it, do it
Do it on the di*k, do it on the di*k, do it, do it

[Outro: Megan Thee Stallion]
Baow, baow
Brr, brr
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Brr, brr, brr
Baow, baow
Brr, brr
Baow, baow-baow-baow