Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song She's the Type, artist - Brian FrescoDate of issue: 18.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
She's the Type |
| She’s the type that gata have it |
| And he’s the type to take control, man |
| She’s the type believe in magic |
| She like that rap and rock and roll, man |
| Hey, Miss ass and that face |
| Yeah, a nigga see you stressed tryna keep up that pace |
| Poppin them xannys and addys get you through the day |
| Yeah you know u pretty dull just working with no play |
| Man I’m hopin that that books and college shit straght |
| Meet me at the top |
| My niggas we fixing to get paid |
| Daps to my lawyer for beatin a nigga case in the |
| Chi face a vega like nigga my money saved |
| Know my niggas dont play |
| Spray at you rowdy fucks |
| Good luck if you thinking bout a bout wit us |
| Good bumps for ya nose n plus good pumps fa ya baby you down ta fuck |
| I gotta few tats you could trace n touch |
| Good duff we can stuff up a Dutch n puff |
| And if dem niggas looking telling em we be posting up east side low end where |
| da folks erupt |
| Know we still tipping been living no limit |
| Been flipping no slipping I stay on my pivot |
| I stay on my bidness, I stay on my mission |
| I’m dunkin dese bitches they callin me griffin |
| Call me a eagle compared to dese pigeons dis pimpin leave pussys impaired and |
| addicted |
| They callin me Pippen |
| Gat game for da image gat Purp fa da sippin |
| Wood grain fa da grippin u gata fuk wimme |
| And my niggas all gone ride out for they niggas and my bitches all got my back |
| fasho |
| They gone ride out fa dey nigga |
| And best believe them your niggas if they gon ride out fa dey nigga |
| Cuz best believe when the shit hit the fan I’m gone ride out fa my niggas. |
| Bow |
| She the type that type love notes |
| She like lucy and love boats |
| She the type that like butt jokes |
| But not being the butt |
| She in the cut |
| But being secret is cutthroat |
| And being lonely is cut wrist |
| So giving head doesn’t cut close |
| Getting faded and fuck on a slut slit |
| She the type to do tai-chi |
| Exercise in the Chi |
| Sippin chai tea |
| Pics of her thighs on her IG |
| But high key she a bust |
| She a tease, she a bop |
| She a sleaze |
| Jesus christ she’s shiesty |
| Heidi-Heidi-Heidi ho |
| I-d I-d I-D-K if I ever wanna say |
| Hello to this stank breath bitch, ho |
| Novacane and a hershey’s kiss |
| Sugar rush fly off a gum drop roll |
| Heavy they heart, hold the weight of lost worlds |
| Say the world was mine and what’s mine was yours |
| Never, I stay selfish |
| I stay deep as the sea floor |
| You ain’t live enough life till you seen a sore sight |
| Now you’ll probably C4 |
| Lost peace found grief now they eyes fill with rainfall |
| Tear me a page in your books about me |
| Flowers decay y’all |
| And I hope every voice lift |
| When they try to sing about me |
| Who the man with the power |
| Same man hold the powder |
| She the type that’s gotta have it |
| If you fam you eat |
| If you love you feast |
| Soul food with a side of sammy — surf |
| I’m the type to never answer |
| But she the type to always call |
| She say that she wanna travel |
| She say she wanna go to Tokyo |
| Like hey what your name is |
| I’m famous it’s nice to meet you |
| After conversational time wasting |
| And temptations |
| Say she the type to that probably talk about you to people |
| I say no that she the type that show up at a party to see you |
| And say I need you |
| I’m ridin, but I’m rollin |
| Rollin inside of stolen |
| But I’m posted |
| Imposin if I get noticed |
| Impulsively ibuprofen |
| I be coaching |
| Approachin with chronic focus |
| Chronic smokin |
| Highest dosage |
| High and lows got me roller coasting |
| Wait |
| Then I ask can you stay? |
| Hey, can you please save me today? |
| She the type to contemplate |
| While I try to make it hard to concentrate |
| All the things I gotta say |
| Get put on layaway until the day they rot away |