I'm That Type Of Guy
You're the type of guy that can't control your girl
You try to buy her love with diamonds and pearls
I'm the type of guy that shows up on the scene
And gets the seven digits, you know the routine
You're the type of guy that tells her, stay inside
While you're steady frontin in your homeboy's ride
I'm the type of guy that comes when you leave
I'm doin your girlfriend, that's somethin you can't believe
Cause I'm that type of guy
You're the type of guy that gets suspicious
I'm the type of guy that says, the puddin is delicious
You're the type of guy that has no idea
That a sneaky, freaky brother's sneakin in from the rear
I'm the type of guy to eat it, when he won't
And look in the places that your boyfriend don't
You're the type of guy to try to call me a punk
Now knowin that your main girl's bitin my chunk
I'm the type of guy that loves a dedicated lady
Their boyfriends are borin, and I can drive em crazy
You're the type of guy to give her money to shop
She gave me a sweater _kiss_ thank you, sweetheart
I'm that type of guy
I'm the type of guy that picks her up from work early
Takes her to breakfast, lunch, dinner, and breakfast
You're the type of guy eatin a tv dinner
Talkin about... goddamn it, i'ma kill her
I'm the type of guy to make her say, why you're illin, bee?
...you're the type of guy to say, my lower back is killin me
...catch my drift?
You're the type of guy that likes to drink olde english
I'm the type of guy to cold put on a pamper
You're the type of guy to say, what you talkin bout?
I'm the type of guy to leave my drawers in your hamper
I'm that type of guy
I'm that type of guy
You know what I mean?
Check it out...
T-y-p-e g-u-y
I'm that type of guy to give you a pound and wink my eye
Like a bandit, caught me redhanded, took her for granted
But when I screwed her, you couldn't understand it
Cause you're the type of guy that don't know the time
Swearin up and down, that girl's all mine
I'm the type of guy to let you keep believin it
Go 'head to work, while I defrost it, and season it
I'm that type of guy
I'm that type of guy
Know what I mean
I'm that type of guy
So ridiculous
So funny
I don't know
Come on down
Yeah
Like real cool, you know what I mean?
I like just going to your frontdoor ringin bells
And just like, ha, leave...
You try to buy her love with diamonds and pearls
I'm the type of guy that shows up on the scene
And gets the seven digits, you know the routine
You're the type of guy that tells her, stay inside
While you're steady frontin in your homeboy's ride
I'm the type of guy that comes when you leave
I'm doin your girlfriend, that's somethin you can't believe
Cause I'm that type of guy
You're the type of guy that gets suspicious
I'm the type of guy that says, the puddin is delicious
You're the type of guy that has no idea
That a sneaky, freaky brother's sneakin in from the rear
I'm the type of guy to eat it, when he won't
And look in the places that your boyfriend don't
You're the type of guy to try to call me a punk
Now knowin that your main girl's bitin my chunk
I'm the type of guy that loves a dedicated lady
Their boyfriends are borin, and I can drive em crazy
You're the type of guy to give her money to shop
She gave me a sweater _kiss_ thank you, sweetheart
I'm that type of guy
I'm the type of guy that picks her up from work early
Takes her to breakfast, lunch, dinner, and breakfast
You're the type of guy eatin a tv dinner
Talkin about... goddamn it, i'ma kill her
I'm the type of guy to make her say, why you're illin, bee?
...you're the type of guy to say, my lower back is killin me
...catch my drift?
You're the type of guy that likes to drink olde english
I'm the type of guy to cold put on a pamper
You're the type of guy to say, what you talkin bout?
I'm the type of guy to leave my drawers in your hamper
I'm that type of guy
I'm that type of guy
You know what I mean?
Check it out...
T-y-p-e g-u-y
I'm that type of guy to give you a pound and wink my eye
Like a bandit, caught me redhanded, took her for granted
But when I screwed her, you couldn't understand it
Cause you're the type of guy that don't know the time
Swearin up and down, that girl's all mine
I'm the type of guy to let you keep believin it
Go 'head to work, while I defrost it, and season it
I'm that type of guy
I'm that type of guy
Know what I mean
I'm that type of guy
So ridiculous
So funny
I don't know
Come on down
Yeah
Like real cool, you know what I mean?
I like just going to your frontdoor ringin bells
And just like, ha, leave...
Credits
Writer(s): James Todd Smith, Dwayne Emil Simon, Steven J. Ettinger
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