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TYPA GUY 2 - ​arpsweatpants & prodby668
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TYPA GUY 2 - ​arpsweatpants & prodby668
[Intro]
6
I can't feel

[Chorus]
I'm the type of guy to throw your mama in a wood chip
I'm the type to walk ya down late night in some new slippers
Brodie got a switch up on his lap, ain't talking no Nintendo
Know that for somebody who be thinkin' I'ma play that

[Verse]
I don't play that, where the fuck yo' K at?
My brother, he chillin', he gon' stain 'em, and he laid-back
When I see your sister, I'ma shoot right where her face at
Bitch, we in the woods, we swappin' children like it's FaceApp
My shooter did a hit, I told him, go and check his Cashapp
I robbed an old lady, and I went and hit that cash out
When my ho cheat on me, I go crazy, and I lash out
He said he wanna get rid of mе, I told him, "Give me your best shot"
Told him, "Givе me a neck shot"
I see fucking Douglas, I'ma hit him with a leg shot
I know he be duckin' 'cause he don't want none of this pressure
If he want that fucking smoke, put his baby sister on a stretcher
And they'll probably say it's a joke, he the Joker like Heath Ledger, I'ma fucking grab that pole (Joke)
Send that boy a message, 'cause I know he a ho
I teach his mom a lesson, and I treat her like a whore, woah
I beat it from the backend, she do shit you don't know (Know)
I had that little ho gaggin', and I had that .44, so that's why my pants saggin', woah
You say that it's a joke, but ain't nobody laughing
Huh, bullets get to clappin', we're in fuckin' traffic wit' it, he don't want it
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