I'm The Type (Remix) ft. Jai Tha Don Lyrics

I'm the type, I'm the type

You the type, you the type

She the type, she the type

I'm the type of nigga that be shining with the lights off

Got designer they gone bite off

Now she wanna end the night off

You the type of nigga lose your bitch and then go viral

Call her ten times, get the dial

I swear this man suicidal

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Keep running bands up ridiculous

My city girl screaming period

She give me lip, I ain't hearing it

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I know my life is a movie

You niggas funny like Druski

We hang out the window Suburbans

Jai hit the curb cause we swerving

Them niggas making me nervous

This ain't no Denny's, we serving

I got a cup with the syrup in it

She got a tongue like a serpent

Got the Grabba leaf with the purp in it

Wrap the shit up like a turban

Nosy lil bitch tryna count my digits

I told her mind her business

Did I mention she was Persian

None of my bitches American

Diamonds they dripping, aquarium

Give me them twenties, them Harriets

I'm tryna pull up in a chariot

They just be living vicarious

You the type of nigga who be zoned out off of xans

I'm the type of nigga who gone make something out the sand

Or that red clay, I'm from Mississippi

Home of the players and thickest women

Everywhere I go, three chains with me

And niggas they hate in the same city

Don't put me and them in the same sentence

This shit coming easy, I played with it

I heard the whip scream, call it Jadakiss

Ain't nothing facade, I'm 2k with it

She wanna work on my top, I'm okay with it

Spaghetti, you know that's my favorite

No voodoo, I'm too true, I'm so sacred

Had to run up a bag, it's a crazy lick

Put my wrist in the pot, it's ridiculous

Tennis chains, cut the lights off

Looking like money, old as your grandpa

Gucci slides, get her knocked off

Them niggas awaiting a drop off

You 12, you whipping a cop car

Know I'm all about my cheese

Fours up, nigga Brett Farve

I'm the type of nigga that be shining with the lights off

Got designer they gone bite off.

Now she wanna end the night off.

You the type of nigga lose your bitch and then go viral

Call her ten times, get the dial

I swear this man suicidal

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Keep running bands up ridiculous

My city girl screaming period

She give me lip, I ain't hearing it

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I know my life is a movie

I had to make lemonade, Truly

You niggas funny like Druski

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