TYPA BOY!
Ay, ay, yuh
I'm the typa boy that's gon
Listen
Ay, yuh
I'm the typa boy
That she run and tell her friends 'bout
Took her upstairs
Now you know it's 'boutta get loud
I'm the typa boy that knows exactly how to
Please her, my boy
Got her playin' with the balls
Like it's Fifa, my boy
Yeah we run it up, huh
All the shit talk
This is how we shut it up, yuh
Send me the addy real quick
Me and all the homies down to
Come and fuck it up, ay
Down to, ay
Okay let me be straight
Yeah you know me, flow clean
Like some Equate
Every hoe I see, want me
I say please wait
Be patient, you gon' get your turn
All of y'all, gon' get your turn, ay
Don't catch any feelings
We don't need no feelings hurt
You won't be the first, and you certainly
Will not be the last
I'm the typa boy she want to see
Outside of class
Got her thinkin' to herself, like
How can I smash
Man I always got an all day pass
To some action
Stay smooth with it
Like an Instagram caption
If she trying to move too fast, then I'm blasting, I'm that kid, and have been
But I ain't talkin' past tense
Y'all been hatin' for the longest time
Now who's laughing
Always been obsessed with my mind
I'm a craftsman
Too crazy, with the witty and lyrical flow
It's straight up a miracle bro
It has you in tears on the floor
Ay, now they beggin' for mercy
I don't hear a thing, man
I'm too busy working
She want somethin' more, but
She can't get a word in
Cause I'm too busy flirting
Now she'll surely be lurking
And I don't ever wanna stop
Bein' this person
It doesn't really get old
It only keeps gettin' better
I be too hot on my own
Won't catch me wearin' a sweater
If she want to try her luck on this typa boy
Imma let her, hey
I'm the typa boy
That she run and tell her friends 'bout
Took her upstairs
Now you know it's 'boutta get loud
I'm the typa boy that knows exactly how to
Please her, my boy
Got her playin' with the balls
Like it's Fifa, my boy
Yeah we run it up, huh
All the shit talk
This is how we shut it up, yuh
Send me the addy real quick
Me and all the homies down to
Come and fuck it up, ay
Down to, ay
I'm the typa boy that's gon
Listen
Ay, yuh
I'm the typa boy
That she run and tell her friends 'bout
Took her upstairs
Now you know it's 'boutta get loud
I'm the typa boy that knows exactly how to
Please her, my boy
Got her playin' with the balls
Like it's Fifa, my boy
Yeah we run it up, huh
All the shit talk
This is how we shut it up, yuh
Send me the addy real quick
Me and all the homies down to
Come and fuck it up, ay
Down to, ay
Okay let me be straight
Yeah you know me, flow clean
Like some Equate
Every hoe I see, want me
I say please wait
Be patient, you gon' get your turn
All of y'all, gon' get your turn, ay
Don't catch any feelings
We don't need no feelings hurt
You won't be the first, and you certainly
Will not be the last
I'm the typa boy she want to see
Outside of class
Got her thinkin' to herself, like
How can I smash
Man I always got an all day pass
To some action
Stay smooth with it
Like an Instagram caption
If she trying to move too fast, then I'm blasting, I'm that kid, and have been
But I ain't talkin' past tense
Y'all been hatin' for the longest time
Now who's laughing
Always been obsessed with my mind
I'm a craftsman
Too crazy, with the witty and lyrical flow
It's straight up a miracle bro
It has you in tears on the floor
Ay, now they beggin' for mercy
I don't hear a thing, man
I'm too busy working
She want somethin' more, but
She can't get a word in
Cause I'm too busy flirting
Now she'll surely be lurking
And I don't ever wanna stop
Bein' this person
It doesn't really get old
It only keeps gettin' better
I be too hot on my own
Won't catch me wearin' a sweater
If she want to try her luck on this typa boy
Imma let her, hey
I'm the typa boy
That she run and tell her friends 'bout
Took her upstairs
Now you know it's 'boutta get loud
I'm the typa boy that knows exactly how to
Please her, my boy
Got her playin' with the balls
Like it's Fifa, my boy
Yeah we run it up, huh
All the shit talk
This is how we shut it up, yuh
Send me the addy real quick
Me and all the homies down to
Come and fuck it up, ay
Down to, ay
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Writer(s): Myles Nelson
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