[Chorus: Josh Golden]
Baby, you are just my type
And I don't want no one but cha
Baby, you are just my type
And I don't want no one but cha, nah

[Verse 1: KYLE]
Haha, yeah, gonna be a next chick, no
Gotta be my ex chick, no
No gas, no Texaco
We get in fights, girl, it's alright, 'cause I don't know how to let shit go (Let shit go)
Your stock is goin' through the roof and I'm investin'
No multiple-choice, ain't nobody to choose (To choose)
I mean nobody but you (But you)
Your homegirl body is probably so fake, it's made out of glue (Ugh)
And I ain't hatin', it's cool
'Cause if you wanted it too, then fuck it, I'd think it's cute

[Pre-Chorus: KYLE]
For you (For you)
I do (I do)
I do (I do)
For you (For you), yeah

[Chorus: Josh Golden]
Baby, you are just my type
And I don't want no one but cha
Baby, you are just my type
And I don't want no one but cha, nah
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