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im the type - barrioboybreezo lyrics

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[intro]
yea waddup, nlmb ill never leave my brother yea cmon

[verse 1]
nlmb yea ill never leave my brother, bbg wit me too yea they steppin like no other, yo b*tch tranna let me hit but i had came with out the rubber, and she a dirty lil rat so i ain’t even wanna f*ck her, all these n*ggas tranna be gangsters but im on another route, but i ain’t never been sweet so you better watch yo mouth, i know some steppers out the way yеa they somewherе on the south, and they coming thru yo door they tranna see wat you about, member we was broke and sad brodie told me not to pout, brodie started pushing weight he started trapping from the house, then i started watching n*ggas , yea some like the the scouts, n brodie dont wanna beef he just do it for the clout

[verse 2]
and since you thirsty you can have that b*tch n*gga yea have fun with that, but you ain’t never take sh*t n*gga yea dont run with that, they say you lightskin and you got b*tches n*gga yea it come with that, i told my lil brother stay out the way he dont gotta trap

[verse 3]

n every n*gga really hating, man i got these n*ggas sick, i seen my twin hate on me he acting like he want my b*tch, and i dont got no friends n*gga, they the type to go and snitch, and you the type to knock yo manz off just to get rich, but im the type to go trap inna cage with sum pits, and im the type to hit yo b*tch den make her suck my d*ck, brodie came off on some foul sh*t he came up hitting l!cks, dude mad about his hoe she the one that be on tip, and when them n*ggas jumped my brother they already knew sh*t was bad, im the type to go and dog a b*tch just like my dad, and we been spearing noah that b*tch n*gga better be glad, im still in this b*tch and chargeing n*ggas just like a tab, and no that b*tch can’t stay that b*tch gotta catch a cab, im still not f*cking with n*ggas these n*ggas really f*gs, my lil brother got a gun my lil n*gga got a mag, white n*gga dancing in this b*tch i think his name chad

[outro]
im still juceing b*tches head they really think that im they bae,leave yo b*tch wit me and i bet i f*ck her by today, and we been getting pape i touched a thousand last may, yea yo friend set you up, yea yo brother set the play

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