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my type - tay b lyrics

[intro]
huh (okay, jones)

[chorus]
gettin’ money, my type, fast cars, my type
fly as h*ll, my type, designer drugs, my type
big kit, my type, lit wrist, my type
thick b*tch, my type, rich b*tch, my type
i don’t even wanna f*ck your b*tch, she ain’t my type
bad b*tch, my type, two b*tches, my night

[verse 1]
how you rockin’ rick owens and you out here owin’? (what the f*ck?)
in the club, you orderin’ ones, you don’t even throw ’em (what the f*ck?)
a lot of ice around my neck, it ain’t even snowin’
f*ck you keep a pistol on you for? you ain’t even blowin’
bought my b*tch a bag with ten in it, she ain’t even know it
i laugh when n*ggas tryna gеt my b*tch, she ain’t even goin’ (n*ggas lamе)
i wake up to twenty thousand, still got boogers in my eyes
i put thirty pointers in the buffs, it’s boogers in my eyes
you can tell we can’t be f*cked with when you lookin’ at the guys (yeah)
12 fl!cked me, switch on me, so i took ’em for a ride
i can tell that ain’t no bbl by lookin’ at your thighs (for real)
you can tell this ain’t no cpl, so don’t get out of line, n*gga (that’s crazy)
i got plenty money like i’m plies, n*gga (i got plenty money)
headfirst in that water, take a dive, n*gga (take a swim, b*tch)
i be ysl wearin’, free the slime, n*gga (free the slime)
streets ain’t for everybody, get a job, n*gga
[chorus]
gettin’ money, my type, fast cars, my type
fly as h*ll, my type, designer drugs, my type
big kit, my type, lit wrist, my type
thick b*tch, my type, rich b*tch, my type
i don’t even wanna f*ck your b*tch, she ain’t my type
bad b*tch, my type, two b*tches, my night

[verse 2]
huh, young turnt n*gga, i curve famous b*tches (turnt), huh
extra*ass n*ggas be the lamest n*ggas (be the lamest n*ggas)
real p, i’m the type n0body know i came here with you (i’m for real)
one of none, sh*t, i’m really not the same as n*ggas (yeah side)
n*gga took a break from rappin’, he should stop again (hmm)
he done dropped a new album and it flopped again
we ain’t playin’ gta when i say i popped his head (bah)
to make a couple hundred thousand, that is not the plan
i be paranoid in the whip, watch how you pullin’ up
i ain’t fresh x reckless, boy, my bl!ck ain’t in the trunk (yeah)
for the right amount, your main mans, he’ll give you up (yeah)
p*ssy good, came quick like i’m in a rush
big money, fine b*tches, fast cars my life (my life)
hit hard with no light, sh*t, that’s my ice (that’s my ice)
she got chanel bags up the ass, sh*t, that’s my wife
ain’t goin’ back and forth with n*ggas, my price is my price (all facts)
[chorus]
gettin’ money, my type, fast cars, my type
fly as h*ll, my type, designer drugs, my type
big kit, my type, lit wrist, my type
thick b*tch, my type, rich b*tch, my type
i don’t even wanna f*ck your b*tch, she ain’t my type
bad b*tch, my type, two b*tches, my night

[outro]
(okay, jones)
all facts, lil’ n*gga, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah

- tay b lyrics

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