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letra de type shit remix (feat. migos & cardi b) - lil carthi

[intro: takeoff]
yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: takeoff]
it cost a half a ticket for a glass wrist (half a milli’)
but it ain’t cost me nothin’ for this bad b-tch (ain’t cost me nothin’, ho)
we the ones that break the stage (break), then get paid (pay)
came in the game, get yo’ stain, bet the opps know all our names (b-tch)
ain’t you entertained? (ho), i bossed her, now she plain (plain)
the struggle where we came (struggle), there’s smoke bеhind my game (smoke)

[verse 2: quavo]
(soo, grrah)
shots get to firin’, ‘causе some n-ggas got to hittin’ (hittin’)
made ’em spin twice, ’cause i swear i thought he missed (go)
f-ck that smoke sh-t, i got ice on my wrist (ice)
still get my hands dirty, i’ll wash ’em ’til it’s drenched (soo, soo, soo)

[verse 3: takeoff]
look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane
b-tch, it’s the rocket with all of these chains (b-tch, it’s the rocket)
she got a n-gga, but sh-t, she told me she doin’ her thang (sh-t, that’s cool)
where there’s a plug, well, none are more rockin’ right now on terrain (where there’s a plug, oh)
this the type sh-t that’s out yo’ lane

[chorus: quavo]
type sh-t, type sh-t, this the type sh-t (let’s roll)
this the type sh-t that get yo b-tch hit (smash)
this the type sh-t that got you trendin’ (woo, trend)
this the type sh-t that get yo’ sh-t split (ooh)
[verse 4: takeoff]
i pour a pint and drink that sh-t in thirty minutes (drink, lean)
ever since i jumped up off the porch i been gettin’ it (get it)
thinkin’ ’bout them bags we had stashed in the kitchen (bags)
they said that society had turned me to a menace (f-ck society, f-ck ’em)

[verse 5: cardi b]
look, i say this the type sh-t, b-tches love to type sh-t
i pull up marine serre, you know, in some tight sh-t
my accountant think i’m g-y, all i do is buy sh-t
from the projects to the private jets, i’ve been a fly b-tch (mwah)
once hoes start doing bad, they need somethin’ they can blame it on
b-tches couldn’t be as hot as me in the summertime with a blanket on
b-tches really be puppets, i’m in the lamb-chop and i don’t play along (skrrt)
are you stupid, dumb, or slow? got these frames from ricky o
all these verses i done slayed, all these looks that i done gave
could have let these f-ck hoes drown, but i let them ride my wave
man, these hoes lookin’ real light and this ass lookin’ real heavy
feel like ‘yoncé with this birkin, but i’m rowland with this kelly (grrr)

[chorus: quavo]
type sh-t, type sh-t, this the type sh-t (let’s roll)
this the type sh-t that get yo b-tch hit (smash)
this the type sh-t that got you trendin’ (woo, trend)
this the type sh-t that get yo’ sh-t split (ooh)
[verse 6: lil carthi]
look, i say this the type sh-t, and a lot of bad sh-t
all this n-ggas wanna f-ck with this bad sh-t
none of you n-ggas got that bad
that i’ve been waiting my whole life
if i got something on my mind
none of you n-ggas can get it out
so i’ve been fighting my whole life
and this ass feel so heavy
when i walk into that blok
look this n-ggas looking my ass
feel like ‘yoncé with that ass
and jay-z with that bad

- lil carthi

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