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You the type you the type
Type that they subscribe
Watch your lives
Get it right I'm not one of them guys
I'm outside
We gone go
Take out Tao and roll
Right back to my home
Then it's on we don't pick up phones
We don't play unknowns
We don't do that
We don't say it's on if we not gone do that
So you better bring yo two pack
Impala seat way too back
And yo bitch she like the shoe mats
In yo hood we drive right through that
Drop the work and they like who that
You the type you the type
Just wait til tonight
Get you right
If it's tight I might hit it twice
Throw it back
Point them ankles to the sky
And she gone lose her mind
Then we go cruise the 9
Yeah, Yeah
I'm coming through
Tell yo job save the overtime
Wine and dine
On my dime then its hammer time
I'm saying girl
Shorty please don't you change your mind
Heard it through the grapevine
Now baby ain't you Gladys Knight
I help you make it (Uh)
Through the night shit might do a line
Why they still (Thinking) thinking back on them Gladys lines
You saving it (Shit) yeah I'm lit that you chose the kid
And I aim, aim to please who I'm fucking with
Damn it's tight and she grip it right
And she say it's mine
Wait that's yo boo oh that's yo dude
He can be your guy you make the rules
I'm on your side, hit it from the side
Now you mine and you just my type
Damn the time is right
You the type you the type
Just wait til tonight
Get you right
If it's tight I might hit it twice
Throw it back
Point them ankles to the sky
And she gone lose her mind
Then we go cruise the 9