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u da type - jay l 805 lyrics

(intro: jay l 805 & melnickson)
white people be like…
u da type to get caught wit da burna
u are the type to hold a burna
i just committed tax fraud (eee!)
now i’m wanted in 37 counties (oh no!)
lyrical miracle spiritual individual
woah woah!
ughh you’re the type bro you’re just the type
takis on me
you’re the type to have takis on you…
bop! bop! bop!

(verse 1: jay l 805)
yeah, aydoh!
you the type to pick up girls at the ball pit
hold up, f*ck around and get assaulted
you the type be stealing samples at the mall, b*tch
i’m the type to wear pajamas to the classroom
you the type, raise your hand for the bathroom
how you 14 with face tattoos?
i bet you go home in a bad mood
fix it by eating cat food, is that rude?
you the type to quack on the peen screw
hold up, hold up
what the f*ck does that even mean dude?
you the type to get caught selling fake ids
type to buy a blackberry out in 2019
you the type to kiss your girl then eat a plan b
cooking unseasoned tuna casserole for your family
and me?
i’m the type to make a song called “u da type”
clown some b*tches, turn around
and get a grammy, motherf*cker huh
(hook: melnickson & jay l 805)
you the type to go and breathe
you the type to ask a hooker how’re her feet
type to dab when you sneeze
you the type to get a cheeseburger, tell them hold the cheese
you the type to get your hoverboard repo’d
you the type to eat plain d*mn cheeto’s
you the type to head to onsomesh*t
meet adam 22 and suck d*ck for a repost
you the type to buy an xbox for netflix
type to show off erections
type to hog all the rye from the chex mix
you the type to buy a lam off of credit (f*ck!)
now you just indebted
you the type to run your mouth
bout your uncle, you staying at his house
you the type to beat your meat up on the couch
getting loud, you the type to do it for the clout

(verse 2: melnickson)
you the type to get a water cup
you don’t even want the soda, you just go and fill the water up
you the type to come up to my crib
you don’t even dap me up, you just run up to the fridge
big birkin bag, yeah i got it for my n*gga
big burner sagging down my pants, true religion
pistol the size of the eiffel tower when i squeeze it
when it go (bop! bop! bop!) they be leaving
you the type to go and snitch
you the type to call chris hansen up for a b*tch
you the type to pour the milk before the cereal
you the type to ask your mama go pick up some cheerios
i’m the type of n*gga that go off up in the studio
you the type to suck a n*gga off to get a grammy though
i’m the type of person they be asking for the cameos
you the type of person get caught in your grannies pantyhose
(hook: melnickson & jay l 805)
you the type to go and breathe
you the type to ask a hooker how’re her feet
type to dab when you sneeze
you the type to get a cheeseburger, tell them hold the cheese
you the type to get your hoverboard repo’d
you the type to eat plain d*mn cheeto’s
you the type to head to onsomesh*t
meet adam 22 and suck d*ck for a repost
you the type to buy an xbox for netflix
type to show off erections
type to hog all the rye from the chex mix
you the type to buy a lam off of credit (f*ck!)
now you just indebted
you the type to run your mouth
bout your uncle, you staying at his house
you the type to beat your meat up on the couch
getting loud, you the type to do it for the clout

(outro: jay l 805)
oh my god, wow!

- jay l 805 lyrics

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