Tay Keith Type

(álbum: Type Shit - 2020)

Night Owl nigga
The night is still young, Memphis, Ten. shit
You already know how I'm gonna come on this shit
Real player shit, uh

Playing with hoes, iPhone X on airplane mode (leggo)
Damn he bold, pulling all these hoes, all y'all get towed (leggo)
Penny hoes, in my room with the [?]
Neva' went gold (uh), me and my bitch don't never get cold
Me and my thot don't never get hot (uh), [?] shit I don't ever get caught (uh)
Hoes ain't squat, connecting these dots (connecting these dots, leggo)
E'ery last hoe that you seen me with (uh), yeen gotta ask, best believe I hit (uh)
Truth be told I don't need that bitch, I'mma break that hoe, I'mma bleed that bitch (uh)

Huh, yeah, yessir

Niggas want be to blow up, one sec, nigga, hold up
Doc. Jeff I'm drunk tryna' throw up, nigga just puked and he poured more up
Sent them all wet, fuckn nigga so what, Idontknowjeff but these hoes know us
Bitch wanna' talk, whatchu' wanna' discuss, real big bucks (for what)
Throwing on a real big slut, at the strip club and my pants ain't even zipped up
Sick fuck tryna' get my dick sucked, gave her the hiccups, hah, I'mma fix her (uh)
Standing outside, finna get picked up by a real bad bitch and her big sister
I can make a rich hoe a little richer, young ass nigga better say mista' (uh)

Yeah nigga treat ya' bitch wrong
So by the time I get to do it (leggo)
She already used to it, she already been though it, horrible influence (uh)
Go back to the old flow, go back to the old flow (leggo)
Nigga ran back to his old hoe like a bozo that's a no-no (no sir)
Let's run a train like hobo, that's my bitch, nigga, that's your hoe
9 in my hand like Romo, dick in my hand no-homo (uh)
[?] keep playing he loco, he get shot like a four-dour (uh)
In LA all alone in no hoe, with no hoe
That's gon' change before 4 though, no joke bro (no sir)

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