letra de type of time - headhuncho amir
[intro]
uh, on that, uh, on that type of time
goyard, chanel bag, she want it, i told her— uh
goyard, chanel bag, i told her— she want it
[chorus]
goyard, chanel bag, she want it, i told her, “pick it,” uh
f-ckin’ up the mall, sometimes miri go to trickin’, uh
i know what to do for real, i’m havin’ plenty b-tches
my lil’ b-tch’ll set it off from mya j to picky, uh
they know we the sickest, uh, f-ck that, i’m the biggest, uh
talk a ho out of panties, bro done broke a ho for prescription, uh
mouthpiece on one thousand, all the ho gotta do is listen, uh
‘fore this rap sh-t, i was weighin’ up in a kitchen
[verse]
proofread my rap, n-gga, anti-cap on every bar
who say i’m a rapper? n-gga, miri an ex trap star
i know n-ggas f-ckin’ ’round with that too and they sellin’ tar
real street n-gga, i’m in the trap on the phone my a&r
run your bag up, lil’ n-gga, huh, on that type of time
she ain’t got her sh-t together, no, she ain’t no b-tch of mine
miri just started, i ain’t even near the finish line
n-gga, my neck stay on cold, yeah, just like it’s wintertime
i provide the table and a place like it’s dinner time
b-tches keep on playin’ their role right, i might settle down
all you gotta do is place an order, we gon’ mail them out
promoter put new d on the fly, we gon’ sell it out
huh, that sh-t no question
ran across a bad b-tch, but she so messy, uh
hate a b-tch who blow me up, man, i lack in textin’, uh
we them youngins havin’ motion, your n-gga in the broke section, uh
i’m that young n-gga pop out, have it on in a fast car
broke-ass n-gga ain’t even gon’ feed the b-tch, he gon’ make her starve
feel like just splurgin’ on sh-t, remember times were hard
told you f-ckin’ ’round with a boss, i know you used to f-ck with lil’ boys
huh, a different tax bracket
take my b-tch on a shoppin’ spree, no lie, i got a eye out for fashion
n-gga won’t even go and cut no grass, rather sell some plasma
n-gga, some of ours, ain’t lettin’ you breathe, n-gga, like, f-ck asthma
look, i got a small problem buyin’ pretty b-tches sh-t
miri a big ol’ player, but they know i ain’t with that kissin’ sh-t
i make gettin’ money music, i ain’t with that dissin’ sh-t
man, i love a freaky girl who love playin’ innocent, uh
that lil’ type of sh-t, that’s what turn me on
ain’t no play play inside this door, really get it on
know a redbone who super grown, eat it off the bone
chocolate b-tch, she love cookin’, feed a n-gga filet mignon
[chorus]
goyard, chanel bag, she want it, i told her, “pick it,” uh
f-ckin’ up the mall, sometimes miri go to trickin’, uh
i know what to do for real, i’m havin’ plenty b-tches
my lil’ b-tch’ll set it off from mya j to picky, uh
they know we the sickest, uh, f-ck that, i’m the biggest, uh
talk a ho out of panties, bro done broke a ho for prescription, uh
mouthpiece on one thousand, all the ho gotta do is listen, uh
‘fore this rap sh-t, i was weighin’ up in a kitchen
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