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Type Beats

by Zayy

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Uh look, different vibes man I just heard baby on baby I fuck with the style, we throwing on type beats Never talking like I'm from the streets But I'm in the field like I'm rocking cleats Flow sick like I got Ebola Hot potato cuz you can't hold her PlayStation nigga, I control her Trap phone bitch aint no Motorola And I aint even selling no dope, She just like the pack that I'm smoking I'm in her end zone, I pass her back to you No lateral, I'm just joking Keep it frank, I got her wet like the ocean My peddle to the metal, while they coasting Drip or drown, I'ma fuck your bitch with the waves out till I'm floating Now she sea sick, back in school I was the skinny nigga that your girl cheated with Hit a white girl with black dick, she was from the burbs now she hood rich I aint even on no hood shit This that y'all niggas aint good shit I heard da baby tape that inspired me I had to bump it once but now it's Papi Z Alerting her phone, like she Amber Go tell that lil nigga he cancelled Topping me, I'm flipping channels If I want it, I'm her man now Smoking to my music, she a fan now I been kicking shit like Chun-Li I got the trap jumping off of type beats Trap jumping off of type beats Got the trap jumping off of type beats Got the trap jumping off of type beats And aint no Dru Hill I'm beating her cheeks off in yo sheets nigga They been sleeping on me gotta wake em up My middle finger broke, so I don't give a fuck She in yo bank account but I'm in her guts I'ma settle down one day, but until that day I'ma keep fucking sluts Paranoid I know they watching me Putting dick up in her, keep it low key Ya baby mama just followed me She liking all the pics on my IG Now the baby daddy wanna fight me Tryna do the right thing, like spike lee Nigga hit me up like we was homies I said I'm different nigga you don't know me Then I said you better take your bitch to church, cuz she clearly acting unholy I'ma dick her down in her PJ's, cuz back in the day she slept on me They sipping NyQuil, I'm sipping Hennessy And aint no HIV, they can't fuck with me Pack stay on me like a ID I'm screaming free grip until that nigga free (Free grip, free grip, free grip, free grip) I'm screaming free grip until that nigga free Alerting her phone, like she Amber Go tell that lil nigga he cancelled Topping me, I'm flipping channels If I want it, I'm her man now Smoking to my music, she a fan now I been kicking shit like Chun-Li I got the trap jumping off of type beats Look Got the trap jumping off of type beats Got the trap jumping off of type beats Got the trap jumping off of type beats And aint no Dru Hill I'm beating her cheeks off in yo sheets nigga Verse 3 came here to get paid I got your sister with me help me make plays Suck me up but she can't get laid I need my hands free like Air-Play In Miami like Dwayne Wade You niggas emotional bitches He think I'm his brother But I'm putting dick in his sister Won't ask for forgiveness She swallowed my children She posted them kissing I commented back like that nigga a victim Yeah that nigga a victim Look, cooking up don't need to preheat We been talking, she delete the history No gold chains, I'm not Mr. T But the kid fresh like Mr. Clean Playing with me, make her switch teams Young Lebron, I make her fade-away Switching on you, KD Golden state Young Trey, I bet her neighbors know my name You a lil nigga stay in yo lane My stomach hurting all this champagne And you lil niggas don't rap enough You to busy buying gold plated chains Alerting her phone, like she Amber Go tell that lil nigga he cancelled Topping me, I'm flipping channels If I want it, I'm her man now Smoking to my music, she a fan now I been kicking shit like Chun-Li I got the trap jumping off of type beats Look Got the trap jumping off of type beats Got the trap jumping off of type beats Got the trap jumping off of type beats And aint no Dru Hill I'm beating her cheeks off in yo sheets nigga Don't ever forget man Ladies I'm that nigga that y'all was sleeping on, I'm that nigga you was leaving on read and shit Fellas I'm that nigga, I probably put you on my show if you was a rapper Or you had a nice jump shot or some shit I probably put you on my show back in the day But you don't, you mad now I'm the same nigga, but I got different energy

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