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lirik lagu lil ezi - you my type

[intro]
(ayy, jacob, turn me the f~ck up, for real)
(jetson made another one!)
(you know what it is—ezi talkin’, b~tch)
yeah… yeah… (uh huh, uh huh)
(sl!ck, punch me in right here)
look…

[verse 1]
i be f~ckin’ up a lot, but you still pick up (still pick up)
caught me in dms, i lied—yeah, i slipped up (my bad!)
but you a real b~tch, you ain’t cry, you just flipped up
called me a dog, and now i’m beggin’ like a big pup (woof!)
put you in louis, not no knockoff, that’s on gang (on gang)
nails done, body soft, baby, i love that frame (yeah)
i ain’t cuffin’ no lame hoe, that’s not the same (h~ll nah)
i’d crash out if a goofy ever speak your name (boom!)
you my type—baddie with a check, don’t need mine (facts)
ass so fat, when you post it, i gotta rewind (grrah!)
i ain’t even tryna flirt, bae, i’m past lines
but i’ll buy a ring if you say we on the same time (no cap)
f~ck the past, i’m here now, i ain’t goin’ back (nope)
i know i hurt you, but bae, let me fix all that
i’d spin for you, step for you, blow a rack
i keep you iced, but i melt when you throw it back (splat!)
[chorus]
you my type (you my type)
tatted on your thighs, ridin’ pipe like a bike (skrrt, skrrt)
hate when you go ghost, got me callin’ all night (ring~ring)
if i cheat again, bae, go ahead, take flight (leave then!)
but you won’t… ’cause i’m him, and you know i treat it right (yeah)
you my type (you my type)
i love when you screamin’ while i grip tight (grip!)
i don’t wife b~tches, but you just might (you might)
and i’ll k!ll a n~gga dead if he look twice (deadass!)

[verse 2]
your friends don’t like me, but they all broke (ha!)
callin’ you dumb, but they sleepin’ on air mattresses and hope (lames)
b~tch, you a queen, don’t listen to hoes
i’ll fly us to the islands just to take off your clothes (let’s go)
i f~ck with your hustle, bae, you bossed up (bossed up)
you don’t beg me for sh~t, you get your cost up (run it)
when i’m in them guts, you scream louder than my chop bust (grrrah!)
you a gangsta in the mirror, makeup off, no bluff (real one)
i’m tryna trap you—have my kid, make it double (double it)
if he my son, he gon’ ice out his buckle (ice!)
i don’t do feelings, but for you, i’ll struggle
just don’t play me, i ain’t good at that fumble (boom!)

[bridge]
ayy, ride for me, baby, slide for me, baby (slide)
keep the glock in the purse and lie for me, baby (lie)
if we broke up, i’d spin ’til i’m brazy
your ex a b~tch, and he know he can’t phase me (never)
[chorus]
you my type (you my type)
tatted on your thighs, ridin’ pipe like a bike (like a bike)
hate when you go ghost, got me callin’ all night (callin’)
if i cheat again, bae, go ahead, take flight (leave then!)
but you won’t… ’cause i’m him, and you know i treat it right (yeah)
you my type (you my type)
i love when you screamin’ while i grip tight (grip!)
i don’t wife b~tches, but you just might (might)
and i’ll k!ll a n~gga dead if he look twice (facts!)

[outro]
(uh huh, lil ezi in this b~tch)
yeah… you my type for real
(don’t play wit’ it)

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