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that's my type - che lyrics

[intro]
“brr, ayy, i’ma call you back”
ayy, ayy, counting up big guap
che on the beat (no, no)
woo, woo, woo, bang

[chorus]
n*ggas like, “how you put that sh*t on?” i got that sh*t (ayy, ah)
n*ggas like, “how you stole my ho?” b*tch, i got that b*tch
got the belly of a beast, if i see some guap, i bite that b*tch
n*ggas like, “why you spend that guap on her?” i like that b*tch (woo, woo)
n*ggas like, “why you talk about dracs’ all the time?” i like that stick (doo, doo, doo)
it’s a fast car, yeah, on melrose, b*tch, i drive that whip (skrrt)
thotty in my phone, “why you don’t text me back?” you a dry ass b*tch (oh, oh, oh, ooh)
i’ma go out, do a couple shows overseas, flash the lights, that’s it (gang)

[verse 1]
she gon’ drop that [?] my type of b*tch (yeah, that’s my type)
n*ggas not gon’ fold me on me, yeah that’s my clique (yeah, that’s my type)
b*tch wanna come sit on my lap, oh yeah, that ain’t my d— (yeah, that’s my type)
she gon’ sit on my lap, said, “what?, i’m hard, b*tch, that’s my bl!ck” (yeah, that’s my type)
she like, “how you get so d*mn cool?” yeah, that’s my lifestyle, b*tch
all these n*ggas put me on the radio, they like, “that’s that sh*t”
only talk about school, like, she know i dropped out that sh*t
b*tch tryna make my look like a fool so you know i dropped that b*tch
[bridge]
[?], baby girl [?] that’s it
got a couple chrome hearts that’s on me, slight ass sh*t
n*ggas swear they know me, but i don’t even know they b*tch
i got two fours just like kobe, so i— (bang)

[verse 2]
i got two fours just like kobe, so i wipe his nose so quick
i get topped off, then i [?], so lonely
so much swag up on me, yeah, gon’ roll up all that, boof, sh*t
wanna give a young n*gga dome? he shoot like we playin’ at home (bang)
smokin’ this sh*t straight out of a bong
bet his ass can’t make it back home, yeah
my n*gga get higher than a drone, b*tch, what’s this? that’s comme garçons
i’ll never give a n*gga hope, on bullsh*t like i’m derrick rose (doo, doo)
put me in the f*ckin’ game, coach, yeah
and why are you like, “is that b*tch kosher?”
why would you put our heart cold?

[chorus]
n*ggas like, “how you put that sh*t on?” i got that sh*t (ayy, ah)
n*ggas like, “how you stole my ho?” b*tch, i got that b*tch
got the belly of a beast, if i see some guap, i bite that b*tch
n*ggas like, “why you spend that guap on her?” i like that b*tch (woo, woo)
n*ggas like, “why you talk about dracs’ all the time?” i like that stick (doo, doo, doo)
it’s a fast car, yeah on melrose, b*tch, i drive that whip (skrrt)
thotty in my phone, “why you don’t text me back?” you a dry ass b*tch (oh, oh, oh, ooh)
i’ma go out, do a couple shows overseas, flash the lights, that’s it (gang)

- che lyrics

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