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My Type Lyrics - Artist : Devvon Terrell
Are you the type of girl that wants to take it slow?
Are you the type of girl that keeps it on the low? Are you the type of girl that only fuck with rich niggas? Are you the type of girl that want a man to mold? Are you the type of girl that do it for the likes? Are you the type of girl that does not have a type? You just fuck with anyone, that wound up being truthful The opposite of what most of these niggas do to you Well, I'm him, shorty, I'm he Shorty, I provide and I can give you the keys Keys to the whip, keys to the crib I won't say some corny shit like, "This is how I live" 'Cause what you see is what you get I'm not tryna pay for sides or feed you with lies I'm just tryna give you good dick and DoorDash 'Cause we can play the crib if you want to We can play it cool, you know I want you What's your type? Yeah Tell me, baby, what you on tonight? Yeah 'Cause you my type on paper And I know you not supposed to talk to strangers, strangers What's your type? Yeah Oh, baby, tell me, what you on tonight? Yeah 'Cause you my type on paper And I know you not supposed to talk to strangers, strangers You can either hop up in my whip or take the B train You can walk up in my crib, I know a few things HBO or Uber Eats, girl, it's nothing, that's you I ain't tripping, if you like it, then I love it, I do You remind me of my ex girl And I know it 'cause you like to do the same things You take my hoodies and you like to rock my chains I can tell that you been around Never heard of notification and your phone always down You expect me to trust you? I can't do that if I ain't the only one that's gon' touch you Only one that's gon' love you You a stranger, so it's easy to dub you Said, the only man can judge you's the man up above you And I'm upstairs, shorty Please listen to what I gotta say, shorty I don't wanna be the nigga that's in your way, shorty Baby, let me know right now I just need to know right now I be like What's your type? Yeah (What's your type?) Tell me, baby, what you on tonight? Yeah (On tonight, night, yeah) 'Cause you my type on paper And I know you not supposed to talk to strangers, strangers What's your type? Yeah (What's your type?) Oh, baby, tell me, what you on tonight? Yeah 'Cause you my type on paper And I know you not supposed to talk to strangers, strangers |
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