เนื้อเพลง Circles - Megan Thee Stallion

Yeah
Hey
Real hot girl sh*t
Ah
(F*ck that n*gga)
Hey, hey
Baow, baow

Look, why you wanna do the bad b*tch wrong? (Huh?)
'Bout to make this every bad b*tch song (Ayy)
Don't you hate when you hold a n*gga down
Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? (Ayy)
Look (Hey), I ain't in my feelings with it (In my feelings)
Turn around, poke it out, b*tch, get it, get it (Get it, get it)
Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise
We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys

Shh, cut the noise
I ain't goin' back and forth with these lil' boys (Lil' boys)
I'm a February baby, I'm a big flirt (Big flirt)
I gotta give a n*gga space when his feelings hurt (Hey, hey)
Ayy, look, cut the sh*t
I ain't goin' back and forth with a broke b*tch (Broke b*tch)
Jawbreaker, I ain't f*ckin' with the s*cker sh*t (Yeah)
If I cut her off, then I mean it and it's f*ck a b*tch
The more I ignore you, the more you adore me (Yeah)
Crazy-ass n*ggas need to come with a warnin' (Come with a warnin')
Is he crazy 'bout me or he just crazy? You been trippin' lately (Yeah, yeah)
N*gga too attached, got him actin' like a titty baby (Yeah)
Bullet wounds, backstabs, mama died, still sad
At war with myself, in my head, b*tch, it's Baghdad (Yeah)
New n*gga tryna come around and play clean (Hmm)
And my clothes fit tight, but my heart need a seamstress (Ah)

Look, why you wanna do the bad b*tch wrong? (What?)
'Bout to make this every bad b*tch song (Ayy)
Don't you hate when you hold a n*gga down
Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? (Ayy)
Look, I ain't in my feelings with it (In my feelings)
Turn around, poke it out, b*tch, get it, get it (Get it, get it)
Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise
We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys

One, never let a n*gga see you sweat (Never)
Two, never let these n*ggas come between a check (Yeah)
Three, never let a n*gga turn you 'gainst me (Hey)
'Cause the d*ck come and go, but I'm ridin' past E (Ayy)
Keep that sh*t player, I don't like gettin' personal
Treat 'em like job, when I get 'em, I'm workin' 'em (Workin')
N*ggas love usin' Instagram like a journal (Yeah)
Just like my ass, n*ggas talkin' in a circle (Baow-baow-baow)
Why n*ggas love to talk down? I don't know (I don't know)
Like I ain't keepin' all the facts in my phone
Like I ain't got the pictures of you beggin' for forgiveness (Yeah)
I ain't gotta do the most, I know what the real is (I know what the real is)
Ain't the jealous type, please don't believe the hype (Please)
You can't make me mad with some sh*t that I'ma like (That I'ma like)
Don't mean to be intrusive, but you thinkin' you exclusive
When a party ain't a party if my b*tches ain't included (Ah, ah)

Look, why you wanna do the bad b*tch wrong? (What?)
'Bout to make this every bad b*tch song (Ayy)
Don't you hate when you hold a n*gga down
Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? (Ayy)
Look, I ain't in my feelings with it (In my feelings)
Turn around, poke it out, b*tch, get it, get it (Get it, get it)
Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise
We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys

Why you wanna do the bad b*tch wrong?
'Bout to make this every bad b*tch song, ayy
Don't you hate when you hold a n*gga down
Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? Ayy
Look, I ain't in my feelings with it
Turn around, poke it out, b*tch, get it, get it
Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise
We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys
We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys