My Type
I got no idea what this beat bout to hit like
I choose you
I got smoke inside my lungs
Don't resemble nothing nice
I done got myself a gun
But I'll still be down to fight
All you niggas is my sons
Im'a Titan, yall my tikes
If she dark and good at fighting
Then that Bitch is my type!
I just say what I am feeling
I get high I got no ceiling
There's a brain inside your heart
I hit the brain that's in her gut!
In my eye, there was a star
It seems I have lost my twinkle
This gone be the sappy part
But don't get used to it I'm fickle
Don't get used to nothing that I do
If you annoy me then I'm throwing deuce
Can't even swim but I be on a cruise
Don't ball or skate no more, but check my shoes
So tell me what the Hell you wanna do??
You got me out here looking like a fool
This like the third time I done this with you
It's seems no one can choose their own type!
Fashion sharper than a sickle
Girl just give a little tickle
And I'll show you my lil nigga
If you just let him live a little
In your space inside your bubble
Maybe after we can cuddle
There's a brain inside your heart
I hit the brain Inside her guts!
Brain inside her gut
I choose you
I got smoke inside my lungs
Don't resemble nothing nice
I done got myself a gun
But I'll still be down to fight
All you niggas is my sons
Im'a Titan, yall my tikes
If she dark and good at fighting
Then that Bitch is my type!
I just say what I am feeling
I get high I got no ceiling
There's a brain inside your heart
I hit the brain that's in her gut!
In my eye, there was a star
It seems I have lost my twinkle
This gone be the sappy part
But don't get used to it I'm fickle
Don't get used to nothing that I do
If you annoy me then I'm throwing deuce
Can't even swim but I be on a cruise
Don't ball or skate no more, but check my shoes
So tell me what the Hell you wanna do??
You got me out here looking like a fool
This like the third time I done this with you
It's seems no one can choose their own type!
Fashion sharper than a sickle
Girl just give a little tickle
And I'll show you my lil nigga
If you just let him live a little
In your space inside your bubble
Maybe after we can cuddle
There's a brain inside your heart
I hit the brain Inside her guts!
Brain inside her gut
Credits
Writer(s): Reginald Hawes
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