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letra de type of nigga i am - z-ro

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every mornin’ i wake up i start my day off wrong,
firin’ up that kush before i even put my clothes on.
load my glock .40 before i even wash my face,
i do these type of things so i won’t be a murda case.
when i’m rollin’ in my ride it be a look on my face so cold,
starin at yo -ss so hard i can see straight through to yo soul.
ain’t no tellin’ when somebody tryin’ to get me for my riches,
i used to leave em in st-tches,
now i leave they -ss in ditches,
i don’t love b-tches, i don’t love n-gg-s, i don’t love nothin,
it’s gon’ take my momma comin’ back from the grave for me to love somethin’.
i let my temper get the best of me and i go off for no reason,
this is the beginning of kickin’ in yo door season.
i met a couple of n-gg-s in jail,
they all was screamin they was 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.

n-i-g-g-a, i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day,
and that’s the type of n-gg- i am.
n-i-g-g-a, i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day,
and that’s the type of n-gg- i am.
n-i-g-g-a, i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day,
and that’s the type of n-gg- i am.
n-i-g-g-a, i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day,
tell me who gon’ f-ck around with joseph wayne mcvey?

alot of n-gg-s mumble under they breath about what they gon’ do,
runnin up on z-ro the crooked is what they want do.
yea i’m cool calm and collected but i ain’t got it all,
that’s why i go from how you doin’, to f-ck all y’all!
my att-tude is rude enough to be a crooked cop,
but it ain’t no red or blue lights flashin on the top of my drop top.
i’m a gangsta, and i spit nothin but gangsta sh-t,
that’s comin from a five-deuce, hoover gangsta crip.
bangin street military, 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,
findin 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 be d-mned if somebody could take it from me.
run on up and i’m a dump until the trigger jams,
mothaf-cka you better realize, that’s the type of n-gg- i am.

n-i-g-g-a, i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day,
and that’s the type of n-gg- i am.
n-i-g-g-a, i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day,
and that’s the type of n-gg- i am.
n-i-g-g-a, i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day,
and that’s the type of n-gg- i am.
n-i-g-g-a, i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day,
tell me who gon’ f-ck around with joseph wayne mcvey?

the king of the ghetto ain’t no punk mothaf-cka,
i’ll open my hand and slap mothaf-ckas,
i guess they shouldn’ta been some stupid -ss dumb mothaf-ckas,
homie don’t p-ss me off unless you’re ready to run mothaf-cka.
you fellas just be runnin’ off at the mouth like hoes,
but in reality you faker than a foot with four big toes.
but me? i’m a shoot it up and shut it down, straight like that,
or keep throwin’ combinations until they can’t fight back.
from the city where everybody go for broke,
it’s so crucial i could be murdered by one of my own loc’s.
h-ll naw, you can’t roll with me i roll alone,
and ain’t no use in callin’ me either i can’t seem to hear my phone.
f-ck the promoter cause he ain’t tryin’ to pay me what i’m worth,
i run away with the deposit and ain’t go be no concert.
free pharaoh, my n-gg- doin’ fifty aggravated in the slam,
my criminal record shows, that be the type of n-gg- i am.

n-i-g-g-a, i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day,
and that’s the type of n-gg- i am.
n-i-g-g-a, i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day,
and that’s the type of n-gg- i am.
n-i-g-g-a, i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day,
and that’s the type of n-gg- i am.
n-i-g-g-a, i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day,
tell me who gon’ f-ck around with joseph wayne mcvey?

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