Moody Girl Lyrics – Megan Thee Stallion

(What Juicy Say? He Be Like, “Shut The Fu*k Up”)
Real Motherfu*kin’ Sad Girl Shit, Ah

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 Fu*ked 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 Motherfu*kin’ Weekend
Fu*k On A Nigga, Then Leave While He’s Sleeping
Sad Little B!tch, I Be Twerkin’ And Cryin’
Pretty On The Outside, Inside Dyin’
Leave Me Alone, Where You Goin’? Don’t Leave Me
Need This Pu*sy, But Nigga 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 D!ck, 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 Shit Down, But Nobody Hold Me
That’s Okay ’cause I’m The Strong Homie

Shakin’ This A*s, Actin’ Bad,
I’m Just Mad At My Nigga
Dress Like, “Fu*k Me,” But Don’t Touch Me,
I’m Just Mad At My Nigga
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

Sorry, My Appetite Is So Insatiable
Blow Him Off, That D!ck 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 Fu*kin’
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
Nigga, 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
Fu*k All This Famous Shit, 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, Shit, Fu*k It
Whatever You Heard, Trust It
Hate On Me ’cause I Love It
I Don’t Respond To Ho*s That Be Subbin’

Shakin’ This A*s, Actin’ Bad,
I’m Just Mad At My Nigga
Dress Like, “Fu*k Me,” But Don’t Touch Me,
I’m Just Mad At My Nigga
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