Accent Lyrics – Megan Thee Stallion

Accent Lyrics by Megan Thee Stallion, GloRilla is brand new song sung by Megan Thee Stallion, GloRilla and music of this latest song is given by Bankroll Got It, Ben10k, Shawn “Source” Jarrett. Accent song lyrics are also penned down by Megan Thee Stallion, GloRilla, Shawn “Source” Jarrett, Taylor Banks, Joel Banks, Ben10k.


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Song: Accent
Singer: Megan Thee Stallion, GloRilla
Music: Bankroll Got It, Ben10k, Shawn “Source” Jarrett
Lyrics: Megan Thee Stallion, GloRilla, Shawn “Source” Jarrett, Taylor Banks, Joel Banks, Ben10k
Album: MEGAN (2024)

Accent Lyrics

Yeah, keep tellin’ yourself I ain’t the sh!t, b!tch, maybe one day you’ll believe it
Hm (GloRilla)
Real hot girl sh!t (Ah, ayy)

I’m thicker than my accent (Accent)
And n!ggas love that sh!t (Yeah, yeah)
Pretendin’ he don’t understand me (Huh?)
So we can talk again (Talk again)
You don’t look as good as me (Good as me)
So, b!tch, don’t call me twin (Call me twin)
Thought he was a city boy
Until he met a country b!tch (Ah)

I keep a n!gga in his feelings (Ooh), I wake up pissin’ off b!tches (Ah)
They all be talkin’ to the wall (Yeah), I make ’em question they existence (Yeah, huh)
If gettin’ money was a sport, I’m showin’ out at the Olympics (Okay, okay, okay)
Next n!gga I make famous, I’m collectin’ my commission (Commission)
b!tch, I’m thicker than your bifocals (Ah, ah, ah), all my denim be double-knitted
Boy, I’m thicker than your bloodline, thicker than a Popeye’s biscuit (Ah)
Waist slim, a$$ fat, the ratio is so scientific (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You would think that “through thick and thin” was a phrase that I invented (Hm)
On they neck like a Dallas shag, talk sh!t like I’m Pimp Chad (Hm)
Since Chanel went up on the price, I know hoes ain’t got this bag (I know hoes ain’t got this bag)
They d!ck ride, then they start dissin’, I ain’t f**kin’ with the a$$-kissin’ (No)
What the f**k is hoes talkin’ ’bout? (Uh) Lookin’ for me? I was never missin’ (Ah)

I’m thicker than my accent (Accent)
And n!ggas love that sh!t (Yeah, yeah)
Pretendin’ he don’t understand me (Huh?)
So we can talk again (Talk again)
You don’t look as good as me (Good as me)
So, b!tch, don’t call me twin (Call me twin)
Thought he was a city boy
Until he met a country b!tch (Yeah, ah)
I’m thicker than my accent (Yeah, accent)
And n!ggas love that sh!t (Yeah, yeah)
Pretendin’ he don’t understand me (Hello?)
So we can talk again (Talk again)
You don’t look as good as me (Good as me)
So, b!tch, don’t call me twin (Call me twin)
Thought he was a city boy (GloRilla, woo)
Until he met a country b!tch (Ah)

Whatever I do be cool, n!ggas love a Memphis b!tch (On God)
Anything I do gon’ turn him on, I do some simple sh!t (Facts)
You gon’ let that n!gga do whatever ’cause you a simple b!tch (Ho)
I do what these n!ggas do, I don’t tolerate no hypocrites (The f**k?)
I’ma throw an R in any word that got a U in it (Hey)
Why you keep on rappin’ ’bout that switch when you ain’t usin’ it? (Nah, I’m sayin’)
My n!gga caught me cheatin’, I told him, “Bae, I was just usin’ him” (For real)
He told me hit his line whenever I need him, so I’m abusin’ it (Haha)
True Religion, I feel like a stallion, horseshoes on my a$$ (Woo)
It’s been two years, why you still speakin’ on me? Ho, I know you mad (Haha)
He never had no country b!tch, he say he wanna try him one (Ayy)
He like the way I pronounce Cuban, told that n!gga buy me one (On God, God)

I’m thicker than my accent (My accent)
And n!ggas love that sh!t
Pretend that he don’t understand me (Huh)
So we can talk again (Woo)
You don’t look as good as me (b!tch)
So, b!tch, don’t call me twin
Thought he was a city boy
Until he met a country b!tch (Ayy)

I’m the one hoes tryna be (Yup), Big Ben couldn’t clock the tea (Ah)
Put a Scat Pack in a b!tch back, bet she still couldn’t keep up with me (Woah, woah, woah)
Shoot my shot at you if I want you, I don’t give a f**k ’bout your ho (Uh)
To be honest, these n!ggas b!tches, I’m the realest n!gga that I know (Ayy, on God)
If it’s smoke with my lil’ sis then I’m at your door with it, right or wrong
From the M to the H with it (Yeah, yeah), they know what the f**k goin’ on (Gang, gang)
Ain’t no room up in this club, all my a$$ done took it up (Woah)
They don’t know if it’s for the strippers or all ’em ones they threw for us (Ah)

I’m thicker than my accent (Accent, yeah)
And n!ggas love that sh!t (Yeah, yeah)
Pretendin’ he don’t understand me (Huh?)
So we can talk again (Talk again)
You don’t look as good as me (Good as me)
So, b!tch, don’t call me twin (Call me twin)
Thought he was a city boy
Until he met a country b!tch (Yeah, ah)
I’m thicker than my accent (Yeah, accent)
And n!ggas love that sh!t (Yeah, yeah)
Pretendin’ he don’t understand me (Hello?)
So we can talk again (Talk again)
You don’t look as good as me (Good as me)
So, b!tch, don’t call me twin (Call me twin)
Thought he was a city boy
Until he met a country b!tch (Hey, ah)

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