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my type* - comethazine lyrics

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[intro]
grow up, n*gga

[chorus]
b*tch i told y’all, we don’t back down, then we had to get him (yeah)
grah, grah, the macs out, sing his ass a riddle
we gon’ put that boy to sleep, so pass his ass a pillow
grah, grah, the macs out, sing his ass a riddle
we gon’ put that boy to sleep, so pass his ass a pillow
grah, grah, the macs out, sing his ass a riddle

[verse]
i don’t got time for yo’ ass, you ain’t my type
big thighs, big tits, big ass, that’s what i like
big sticks, big clips, big gas, don’t leave em, alright?
i remember them days on that block, i had to get right
setting up shop hand full of {?} had to ball my fist tight
this 10 inch, this very long stick, that’s what your b*tch like
a b*tch n*gga, a man who act like hoe, that’s what i dislike
a wig splitter, the ammo in this pole that take a b*tch life
let’s get it n*gga, yeah i brought a pole, but we can fist fight
we did it n*gga, we the ones who shot at you, and slid by
we with it n*gga, we don’t do the [?] til’ the opps can get it n*gga
creep on him, blackout, he won’t know what hit him
[chorus]
b*tch i told y’all, we don’t back down, then we had to get him (yeah)
grah, grah, the macs out, sing his ass a riddle
we gon’ put that boy to sleep, so pass his ass a pillow
grah, grah, the macs out, sing his ass a riddle
we gon’ put that boy to sleep, so pass his ass a pillow
grah, grah, the macs out, sing his ass a riddle

- comethazine lyrics

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