letra de type of ni**a i am - z-ro
[verse 1:]
every morning i wake up i start my day off wrong firing up that kush before i even put my clothes on
load my glock 40 before i even wash my face i do these types of things so i won’t be a murder case
when i’m rollin in my ride there be a look on my face so cold starin at your -ss so hard i
can see straight through to your soul
ain’t no tellin when somebody tryna get me for my riches i used to leave em’ in stiches now i leave they -ss in ditches
i don’t love b-tchs i don’t love n-gg-s i don’t love nothing it’s gonna take my momma comin back from the grave for me to love sumthin
i let my temper get the best of me and go off for no reason this is the beginning of kickin in your door season
i met a couple n-gg-s in jail they were all screamin they were real but joseph was the only one i could feel
you don’t like it call the law f-ck you hoes i don’t give a d-mn i’ll knock yo b-tch -ss out and that’s the type of n-gg- i am
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n.i.g.g.a i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that’s the type of n-gg- i am
n.i.g.g.a i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that’s the type of n-gg- i am
n.i.g.g.a i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that’s the type of n-gg- i am
n.i.g.g.a tell me who gon f-ck around with joseph wayne mcvey
[verse 2:]
a lot of n-gg-s mumble under there breath about what they gon do running up on z-ro the crooked is what they won’t do
yea i’m cool, calm, and colletive but i ain’t got it all that’s why i go from how you doing to f-ck all ya’ll
my att-tude is rude enough to be a crooked cop but there ain’t no red or blue lights flashin on the top of my drop top
i’m a gangsta and i spit nuttin but gangsta sh-t that’s comin from a 5 deuce hover gangsta crip
bangin street milatary, point blank and klondike kat the sh-t they were talkin about i grew up just like that
my hood was full of thugs, money, guns, and dope finding my stomach full of liquor my lungs full of smoke
i had a pocket full of stones out there chasin that money and once i got it i’d be d-mn if somebody could take it from me
run on up and i’m a dump untill the trigga jam motherf-cker you better realize that’s the type of n-gg- i am
[hook:]
n.i.g.g.a i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that’s the type of n-gg- i am
n.i.g.g.a i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that’s the type of n-gg- i am
n.i.g.g.a i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that’s the type of n-gg- i am
n.i.g.g.a tell me who gon f-ck around with joseph wayne mcvey
[verse 3:]
the king of the ghetto ain’t no punk m-th-f-cka i’ll open my hand and slap m-th-f-cka guess they shouldn’t have been stupid -ss dumb m-th-f-cka n-gg- don’t p-ss me off unless you ready to run m-th-f-cka
and fellas just be running off at the mouth like hoes but in reality your faker then a foot with four big toes
but me i’m a shoot it up and shut it down straight like that keep blowing combinations untill you can’t fight back
from the city where everybody go for broke it’s so crucial i can be murdered by one of my own locs
h-ll naw you can’t roll with me i roll alone ain’t no use in calling me either i can’t seem to hear my phone
f-ck the promoter cause he ain’t tryna pay me what i’m worth i’ll run away with his deposit and there won’t be a concert (haha)
free fairo my n-gg- doing 50 agravated in the slame my criminal record show that’s were the type of n-gg- i am
[hook:]
n.i.g.g.a i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that’s the type of n-gg- i am
n.i.g.g.a i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that’s the type of n-gg- i am
n.i.g.g.a i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that’s the type of n-gg- i am
n.i.g.g.a tell me who gon f-ck around with joseph wayne mcvey
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