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You the Type (feat. Aleza, Gloss Up, Slimeroni, & K Carbon)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Hitkidd
Hitkidd
Künstler:in
Aleza
Aleza
Stimme und Gesang
Slimeroni
Slimeroni
Stimme und Gesang
K Carbon
K Carbon
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Anthony Holmes Jr.
Anthony Holmes Jr.
Songwriter:in
Jerrica Russell
Jerrica Russell
Songwriter:in
Aja Canyon
Aja Canyon
Songwriter:in
Kimbrya Mccraney
Kimbrya Mccraney
Songwriter:in
Aleghsa Haywood
Aleghsa Haywood
Songwriter:in
Brandon Henderson
Brandon Henderson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Hitkidd
Hitkidd
Produzent:in
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mischtechniker:in
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Aaron Cross
Aaron Cross
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Alex Cross
Alex Cross
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
YSTRAKKS
YSTRAKKS
Produzent:in

Lyrics

(Hitkidd, what it do, man?) These hoes ain't even on shit Weak-ass hoes You know what the fuck goin' on Yeah (Yung Swerve) You the type of bitch ain't got no bottle, bitch (lame-ass ho) You the type of bitch ain't got no dollars, bitch Ayy, ho You the type of bitch that don't be buyin' bottles in the club You the type of bitch that's buddy, askin' niggas, "Where my hug?" You the type of bitch that's really nice as hell, but tryna mug And I'm the type of bitch that be outside your house like, "Ho, what's up?" You the type of bitch that don't be buyin' bottles in the club You thе type of bitch that's buddy, askin' niggas, "Where my hug?" You thе type of bitch that's really nice as hell, but tryna mug And I'm the type of bitch that be outside your house like, "Ho, what's up?" You the type of bitch to let the nigga ride all in your car Niggas can't get shit from me, won't even buy 'em a cigar (I better not) You be claimin' you unbothered, make accounts just to lurk (bitch) Claimin' that your drip is real and got that print pressed on a shirt (weak-ass ho) See, I'm the type of bitch that pop out cute when I get ready (when I get ready) And you the type of bitch be wearin' bundles that be sheddin' (your shit be sheddin') He poured his lil' heart out in my text, I never read it (I never read it) See, I just like to break 'em, I don't care 'bout what he textin' (ayy, Gloss Up, bitch) You the type of bitch that play side bitch to your baby daddy (how?) I'm the type to beat my BD for doin' all that cappin' I'm the type of bitch that get money and, yes, I'm with the shit too (I am) He love this toxic chocolate, on me bad just like some voodoo I'm that type of bitch, I want your nigga, I'll come snatch him (I'll come take him) Now she mad about her nigga, na-na, come get him back then At my shows strapped and shit, a hundred shots up in this backpack (a hundred rounds) Can't get caught up by his bitch, so he still hit me through his Snapchat (yeah, his Snap) You the type of bitch that don't be buyin' bottles in the club You the type of bitch that's buddy, askin' niggas, "Where my hug?" You the type of bitch that's really nice as hell, but tryna mug And I'm the type of bitch that be outside your house like, "Ho, what's up?" You the type of bitch that don't be buyin' bottles in the club You the type of bitch that's buddy, askin' niggas, "Where my hug?" You the type of bitch that's really nice as hell, but tryna mug And I'm the type of bitch that be outside your house like, "Ho, what's up?" Old "I don't really do this" goin' live-ass hoes (yeah, aight) Layin' with a broke nigga, ol' tired-ass hoes, ayy (tired-ass hoes) You the type of bitch who never leave when he go cheat (what?) I might flirt and do my dirt, I bet he still gon' rub my feet, bitch (no cap) Move comfortably (comfortable) Anywhere I go, bitches done started me Her nigga beat Bein' corny, I'm the only ten he see (I'm his Tennessee) He tryna buy Hennessy, want D'USSÉ, bad bitch energy You gotta be kiddin' me if you thinkin' that my time free Hatin' ho, sit over there You ain't in my circle 'cause you a square (ho) Don't wanna be a lame ho Come on, baby, pull up a chair (come here) Whoop who? When? Where? (What?) Drop a pin, bitch, we there (we there) You the type to say you wanna fight, but, bitch, you pullin' hair (what?) I'm the type of bitch bitches hate 'cause they can't fuck with me (they can't fuck with me) These bitches just playin' tough, they won't try they luck with me (they won't get tough with me) I ain't wrestlin' with no ho, ain't no ho gettin' rough with me (the fuck?) Prefer the niggas with the money 'cause it be the bucks for me (it be the bucks) You the type of bitch that don't be buyin' bottles in the club You the type of bitch that's buddy, askin' niggas, "Where my hug?" You the type of bitch that's really nice as hell, but tryna mug And I'm the type of bitch that be outside your house like, "Ho, what's up?" You the type of bitch that don't be buyin' bottles in the club You the type of bitch that's buddy, askin' niggas, "Where my hug?" You the type of bitch that's really nice as hell, but tryna mug And I'm the type of bitch that be outside your house like, "Ho, what's up?"
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Branden Henderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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