Typa Gurl

You the typa girl to get lost with I'm the typa guy real ignorant Why you always asking me for cigarettes I don't want you smoking on that shit I'm not tryna act like I'm the shit I'm just worried bout you health wise Drinking all night and the moon flies Sun coming up and I feel alive You the typa girl to get lost with I'm the typa guy real ignorant Mail piling up in the letterbox Mismatched socks in your thrift Reebok's Coca Cola bottle while we sitting by the dock Call me to your place you know I make your heart stop Make your heart stop like a heart attack yeah Bring it back bring it back bring it back back Talking bout style and I'm bringing that back Looking these ducks they go quack quack quack Baby let's go like quick quick quick Take a hit of piff let's dip let's pop Papa daddy what what she calling me now I don't even know why she say it that loud Baby right here tryna make me feel proud Eating so good imma gain a few pounds Take another round then I pass out on the ground Don't make a sound, baby I just got the blow Tell me what you got in your jeans that thick You can be my medicine, feeling so sick You could be the queen & imma be the king You could be angel but you ain't got wings You could be a nun never free my sins You could be lost but you getting my wins Tasting that soda but you gotta add gin You the typa girl for him You the typa girl so sweet You the typa girl like me You the typa girl baby You the typa girl I see You the typa girl maybe You the typa girl to get lost with