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lirik lagu kevo - she the type

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(chorus)
want 2 things i want my bag i want my b~tches
got one b~tch that’s on my lap the other one count all my digits (oowaa)
icey pendant, 20 pointers in my ears so i can’t hear sh~t
i’m the type to go all in and i ain’t starting till she finished
type to get my blue strips, n~gga u the type to be a witness
if you ain’t the type to chase and get your money what the f~ck you gettin
b~tch stuck in the middle, ain’t the type to get to sentimental
different n~gga type to f~ck the sh~t up with no instrumental

(verse 1)
now or later you gon pay it now i don’t want the favor
type of n~gga beat the p~ssy up it come in different flavors
she the type to serve a n~gga, sum like my waiter
she can write her feelings down but i’m still focused on my paper woah
b~tch we gettin major, but these cubans never changed us woah
she the type to get to high then she wind down then she get real low
woah woah, woah woah
like that take it slow then we speed it up

(chorus)
want 2 things i want my bag i want my b~tches
got one b~tch that’s on my lap the other one count all my digits
icey pendant, 20 pointers in my ears so i can’t hear sh~t
i’m the type to go all in and i ain’t starting till she finished
type to get my blue strips, n~gga u the type to be a witness
if you ain’t the type to chase and get your money what the f~ck you gettin
b~tch stuck in the middle, ain’t the type to get to sentimental
different n~gga type to f~ck the sh~t up with no instrumental
(verse 2)
said i’ll be back in a minute i’m fakin
i’m to busy with this money i’m chasin
i’m still chasin that ring lil baby, sum like jordan in the 80’s baby
you can’t tell me why you hate me baby, i’ve been f~cked up drinking lately
crashed the whip intoxicated
it a lot of 1’s on the floor come take it
it’s a lot of guns in my drawer don’t make me
have my shooters do drills for real
he don’t miss from the field for real, they don’t know that he k!ll for real

(verse 3)
need my money my bae for real (that’s my bae)
got some hoes in the bay for real (for real)
they wanna chill where i stay for real
band for band n~gga we could go deal for deal
lightskin, slim thick what’s the deal for real
she pop her sh~t then she pop a pill
she on my ass she on my heel
just want my loaf just want my mill woah woah
only want my cash woah woah
she could do me good with or with no hands owoah
and she gon get more, you want more hands get more
young n~gga run it up and i only want

(chorus)
want 2 things i want my bag i want my b~tches
got one b~tch that’s on my lap the other one count all my digits
icey pendant, 20 pointers in my ears so i can’t hear sh~t
i’m the type to go all in and i ain’t starting till she finished
type to get my blue strips, n~gga u the type to be a witness
if you ain’t the type to chase and get your money what the f~ck you gettin
b~tch stuck in the middle, ain’t the type to get to sentimental
different n~gga type to f~ck the sh~t up with no instrumental
type of n~gga beat the p~ssy up it come in different flavors
she the type to serve a n~gga sum like my waiter
she could write her feelings down but i’m still focused on my paper woah


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