My Type

Got her hair down
With a rare smile
Ooh she's feeling herself
Need no man now
She's living her best life
Ain't looking for the next guy
But baby let me test drive
Cause girl your my type

Got her nails done
Hope it match my silky
Keep it clean
Cause I can't do her filthy
Want to show her off
Need her to feel me
When she sing
She sound like Amarie
Used to being hurt
But I can fix that
We could just be honest
Mutual respect
Fucked with lames before
So I cut slack
I can't do you wrong
And girl I mean that

Running round my mind
Can't sleep if I don't give you my time
You look stressed
Let me help you unwind
Baby I'm a hustler
I could never drop a dime
You like my style
Well I like it too
Could make your pretty ass smile
Change your whole damn mood
Usually curve all these niggas
When they pull up on you
But you give me your time
Cause I pulled up Smooth
Said you're trying to get out the Hood
You're going to school
Studying pharmaceuticals
Up at NYU
Know everything about drugs
So you trappin too
Ain't safe to trap in the hood
But in the dorms is cool
But you ain't really worried about shit
Cause your brothers thuggin
You say them Niggas crazy baby
I ain't worried bout nothing
You only hit them when your problems
Get out of hand
Cause you keep a pocket rocket
Case a nigga frontin

Got her nails done
Hope it match my silky
Keep it clean
Cause I can't do her filthy
Want to show her off
Need her to feel me
When she sing
She sound like Amarie
Used to being hurt
But I could fix that
We could just be honest
Mutual respect
Fucked with lames before
So I cut slack
I can't do you wrong
And girl I mean that

Got her hair down
With a rare smile
Ooh she's feeling herself
Need no man now
She's living her best life
Aint looking for the next guy
But baby let me test drive
Cause girl your my type



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Boateng, Ayah Abdul, Benjamin Bradley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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