Tina Snow Interlude lyrics

[Intro: Lil Keke]
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
How ya like me now? 'Cause I'm real
Come— , come— , comin' down
How ya like me now? 'Cause I'm real
Piece and—, piece and—, piece and chain four shiny grills
How ya— , how—

[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Fake-ass b*tches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors
Everybody talking 'bout a b*tch went ghost
sh*t, that's how I roll
All this cake, with all of these snakes
Gotta keep hoes outta my face
When I put that red key in my car
These hoes ain't winnin' that race
Fake-ass b*tches, fake-ass hoеs
Tint my windows and lock my doors
Everybody talking 'bout a b*tch went ghost
sh*t, that's how I roll
All this cake, with all of thеse snakes
Gotta keep hoes out of my face
When I put that red key in my car
These hoes ain't winnin' that race
[Interlude: Megan Thee Stallion]
(Fake-ass b*tches, fake-ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors)
I had to learn that some people only f*ck with you when it's beneficial
(Fake-ass b*tches, fake-ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors)
And when you ain't lettin' them use no more, it become a motherf*ckin' issue (f*cked up)
(Fake-ass b*tches, fake-ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors)
You can keep tellin' people you don't f*ck with me no more
'Cause I promise I don't miss you (I promise I don't, ah)
(Fake-ass b*tches, fake-ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors)
And I'm still doin' Hot Girl sh*t (Ayy)
Young Tina Snow, still hard on a ho (I'm still hard on a ho, ah)

[Bridge]
Fake-ass b*tches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors)
Fake, fake, fake-ass b*tches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors)
Fake-ass b*tches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors)
Fake, fake, fake-ass b*tches, fake-ass hoes
Tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors)

[Outro: Lil' Keke the Don]
H-Town legend Lil' Keke the Don checkin' in
See, first off top, I'ma say this, man
It take a special motherf*cker to even represent this way of life, you understand?
See, this a culture where the trapstar and the rapstar got the same bag, man
See, the hustlers and the grinders, they just as famous as the athletes and the movie stars, see, that's real talk
The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you carry yourself
Gon' tell me exactly where you from, that's legend talk, man
It ain't about the car, it's about how the car make me feel
The way I tote it, the statement that it's gon' make in the culture
'Cause it ain't no vinyl in the car, it's leather all the way through
Perforated from the guts to the door pannels to the booth
We don't ride raincoat
If I got the top up on it, that motherf*cker cover with the rain
Double-stitched Daytona carpet, ten coats of clear on that paint
b*tch thicker than Megan, get it?
See, that's how you talk slayer
Have you ever seen a b*tch so bad a n*gga spend his last on that sh*t?
Big titties, flat stomachs, fat asses, welcome to the culture, n*gga
Slabs, bikes, muscle cars, Bentleys, Benzes
If I'm in it, I own it
Come from nothin', paper plates to paper plates
Mixtapes, fried chicken, double cups, squares, everywhere
"Ke, what you sayin'?"
I say it all to say, how you like me now, n*gga?