MyLaTypeBeat Lyrics

I'm the type to bend you over

Pull your hair, go a lil slower

While I'm gripping on your thighs

Fuck you look you in your eyes

Baby swallow all you could

Lick your lips tell me it's good

Cause soon as I get the tip in

You gone want it every weekend

But I'm a real thug baby

Can't show you no love baby

I be off these drugs baby

I be in these streets baby

I be clutching heat baby

Can't stand me, take a seat baby

Real p widdit

I be smooth talking these bitches (yes I do)

Look in my direction I could show you what a pimp is (yes I can)

You compliment a hoe and then you leave her with your digits

Then you'll have her in the morning sucking dick before her breakfast

(Sheeesh)

I ain't never need a bitch g I'm what a bitch need

(That's on my mama)

She love me in her throat she don't even need to breathe

(That's just facts)

But she be hating on your boy when I be tugging on that weave

(I try not to)

She know her ass won't but she be threatening to leave

(She try not to)

I know her ass toxic she be smoking all my trees

(Fuck)

She know my ass toxic but she still love me for me

(Damn)

Hit the dougie cause I fucked

Got me feeling like that guy

Im a real swell fellow

Shorty I ain't gotta lie

(no I don't)

Only picky with my guns gotta tote some real heavy

(Yes I do)

Never picky with my bullets, ask the opps we shot us plenty

(Facts, facts, facts)

And I ain't fucking with these hoes these bitches be dirty nasty

(Ewwwww)

And I've never cheated once or at least let a bitch catch me

(This man)

There you go saying that stupid shit bro

Like the hoes was gone love this shit

Man shut the fuck up

There you go dawg, doing the most

Man shut the fuck up let me hop up in the booth bro

I know what I'm gone say

Oh shit oh damn

Oh fuck god damn

Let me hop up on this beat lil nigga

Take a seat lil nigga

You ain't really in these streets

Take some notes from a g

You can listen to me

So you hit them up, gain they trust

Tell em we all gone eat

Tell em we be moving mad weight every day of the week

Tell em bring a couple packs

Different strains

Yeah and then we can speak

Yeah and then we can eat

(Yeah and then we can eat)

Shout out my boy noticias he be plugging me up

Yeah he told me not to do it but I couldn't shut up

Ion give fuck bout you nigga yeah I'm robbing your plug

I been a fooly with the tooly since I bought my first gun

And I stay strapped up so we can shoot if you want

Hit your homie with the hi-point while the glock behind me

I aint have to do ol' boy like that

I'm just real grimey

(Huh real grimey)