Lyrics:
go rushing in"
But I'm not the type to overthink (I'm not the type)
I'm not the type to overthink
All it'd take is twenty-four hours
Sign
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 A.M., baby, why you playing with emotions? (Oh, why?)
What type of shit are you on? What type of drink did you drink? (You on, drink)
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13 block type beat 4keus type beat Niska type beat Ninho type beat Maes type beat cg6 type beat Heuss lenfoiré type beat PNL type beat hard trap
Oh yeah, coming right back at cha,
With a different type of swing
You know, you better ask somebody
Baby, this is for you, and you,
the poppin' type (straight up)
Damn, it's 4 AM so please believe the hype (it's lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I'm way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin,
all my life
That's the type of metaphor so right
That let niggas know I was real before the mic
Four front rows had the fur at the fight
No pita on my
Oh yeah, coming right back at cha,
With a different type of swing
You know, you better ask somebody
Baby, this is for you, and you,
you my type girl you my type
you my type you my type
you my type girl you my type
you my type you my type
you my type girl you my type
you my type
One two one two three four
Kanina ko pa napapansin
Buong gabi ka nakatingin
Malakas ba ang aking dating
Parang alak nakakalasing
Bakit mo pipigilin
s and shit
And I bust guns at all types of clicks
Took four and made all types of flips, motherfucker
We got the S class, the Cadillac's, and excel
Type 1: Separate hard lumps, like nuts.
Type 2: Sausage-shaped, but lumpy.
Type 3: Like a sausage but with cracks on its surface.
Type 4: Like
four
Five o'clock, six o'clock, you can hit your boy
If you ain't the type of bitch talking 'bout relationships
Hit me up, hit me up on that late night
(Kill 'em, Shui)
Walk up, push a nigga shit back, we invented that
Real nigga, I ain't with the trollin' on the internet
I'm the type bump into
and bust shots at them street cops
Fuck yo' point is? My point is double fours at your fuckin jaws
Pointed, hollow point shit
Four-point-six, need I say
be wondering what type of creature am I
Everybody's worried about time
But I just keep that shit off my mind
People living on twenty four hour
and bust shots at them street cops
Fuck yo' point is? My point is double fours at your fuckin jaws
Pointed, hollow point shit
Four-point-six, need I say
But I like your type
And like T.I., it's whatever you like
Bring your girls, it's whatever the night
Your man just left
I'm the plumber tonight
I
what type of creature am I
Everybody's worried about time
But I just keep that shit off my mind
People living on twenty four hour clocks
But we're
[Aaliyah] and & (Missy)
Say what
You look good
(say it two times)
You look good good
(say it three times)
You look good good good
(say it four
and bust shots at them street cops
Fuck yo' point is? My point is double fours at your fuckin jaws
Pointed, hollow point shit
Four-point-six, need I say
it comes to money
I guess that's why I'm okay when it comes to money
I got two coups a truck and one four door
I can pick up all my hoes and have
jacket
Then I'll dive in it 'til I'm exhausted and I'm type lacking
Waistline on four deep, senses on forty
Feel like there's four of me
One time I
you,
Twenty-four seven
Girl im all about you(and that's real) whenever you need me girl im right here
(She's just the type) that I been searchin'
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