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she the type - j. stalin lyrics

[hook: big k.r.i.t.]
yeah she talkin’ real good, she a certified pro
she a monkey on the pole, she will never let it go
tossing money in the air, once she get it off the flo’
she an all night, super type p-rno show
she a freak, she a bopper, she a true head popper
she a freak, she a bopper, she a true head popper
she a freak, she a bopper, she a true head popper
she the type that i like, p-ssy fine, mouth proper

[verse 1: j. stalin]
you can tell the way that the bills fall, we in the buildin’
a lot of ones on the flo’, b-tch they came from drug dealin’
she already on it, she climb to the ceilin’
and she drop it back down just to show them other b-tches
asked me “what is ya digits?” and n-gga it was on
she said she gon’ give me what i don’t get at home
she said she wish she could clone a nicer version of a n-gga
i never be that n-gga fall in love with gold diggers
i knock bad b-tches, i pick up the litter
i give a dope d-ck, make her body quiver
teach her the card game, take it off from a n-gga
enough scrilla, it’ll make ya feel like you own a n-gga
and you can rent it, you can lease it, but it’s her p-ssy
get in the middle when it’s super wet and real cushy
ten minutes to make her c-m, that’s all it took me
yeah, ten minutes to make her c-m, that’s all it took me

[hook]

[verse 2: j. stalin]
money motivated, college graduated
still with all that talent, she shakin’ it and she make it
she could have her clothes on, still make you think she naked
see the sh-t she can do, with a f-cking banana
p-ssy tighter than a bandanna
got my soldier out the kitchen like a car antenna
we do it and she be louder than a police scanner
big ol’ mississippi booty, ask k.r.i.t. and david banner
i would let you f-ck her, but i don’t think you can handle her
me on the other hand, i flip her like a spatula
feeling like a movie when i enter in the back of her
she get though from the swag, she f-cking with a factor
i can work yo back, like a chiropractor
get up in her hair, like a security code cracker
but at the end of the night, i’m just another rapper
but at the end of the night, i’m just another rapper

[hook]

[verse 3: too short]
i wouldn’t have it any other way
i had a lil’ fine b-tch the other day
she looked good but she couldn’t f-ck
sucked a good d-ck but she wouldn’t shut up
i know this other lil’ freak, she ain’t as pretty
but she got a nice -ss with some big t-tties
i wouldn’t even take her on a date
but we kick it all the time cause the s-x is great
what’s better? if she’s pretty or she’s s-xy?
i probably don’t want the b-tch next week
if she ain’t got sk!lls
cause all i want is big money and cheap grills
i give a f-ck about her cute face, she loves me
that’s so lovely, she keeps saying f-ck me
she better not be frigid
cause all i need is to f-ck her real good, then i’m leaving
b-tch

[hook]

- j stalin lyrics

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