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lansky jones - know the type lyrics

verse 1 [lansky jones]

i’m out with vultures around
you home and you slouch
i played both roles so i know what you bout
to the trolls im the goat n-gga ouch, you bold on ya couch
outspoken, when the gun in your mouth
you most timid
the type in the club
wan’ jump in cyphers
thinkin it attracts chicks when they don’t like ya
i’m right here in the mud
while they sh-t in they diapers
the pigs got me once
st. felix & cypress..
came home right back on my night shift
why pay the cost, when freedom is priceless?
i be in queens like chicks who guyanese
i be in guyanese chicks inside of queens…

yeah
the most crazy

lansky baby..

hook [cj fly/lansky b2b)

cj fly

it be the type to always come around mad
then wonder why these b-tches don’t wanna hang
you stupid

lansky

it be the type that’s always hype and they g-ssed
and i be like whatever go head, brag
sh-t i don’t give a f-ck

cj fly

you know the type
loud as a motorbike

lansky

i be the type to put a foot in they -ss

verse 2 [cj fly]

(fly!)

you busters never bust a toast so why you frontin’ for
always been known to do the f-ckin’ most
sh-t was all different just a month ago
saw a body drop right on my block left me uncomfortable
the streets is f-ckin’ cold
keep it on me hidden in the filler of my puffer coat
ain’t a game ah scrabble but i dabble moved a couple o’s
always told myself i’d only f-ck with weed
and never touching c0ke
ironically, you need the fix and ain’t the one that’s broke
you must’ve had mustard gas inside the blunts you smoke
the kind to throw a stone then hide ya hand like
“it was just a joke!” (p-ssy!)
over time be getting bigger like i’m weight-lifting
i’m a beast, boy so i’m used to the shape-shifting (fly!)
my team t-tan, i shine like i be at brighton
thinkin’ cause we enlightened
we can hit 5th avenue and spend a light 10
shocking like a strike ah lightning
bought a bunch of fly sh-t cause i liked it

hook [cj fly/lansky/ex]

cj fly

it be the type to always come around mad
then wonder why these b-tches don’t wanna hang
you stupid

lansky

it be the type that’s always hype and they g-ssed
and i be like whatever go head, brag
sh-t i don’t give a f-ck

cj fly

you know the type
loud as a motorbike

mr. m-th-f-ckin’ exquire

i be the type to put this timb in they -ss

verse 3 [mr. m-th-f-ckin exquire]

n-gga lace up ya boots
cause i’m about to shoot
mr. m-th-f-cka goin out for the loot
see a opp, on his block, stomp him out on a stoop
go in his crib then i elbow drop him off his f-ckin roof
loose in the booth when im off that gin & juice
but im on my healthy sh-t
so i blended in some fruit
dr sebi said
i can eat, anything but cooch
69, d-ck so hard, that i think i chipped her tooth
on a mission for the truth
got a vision for the youth
million pistols, silenced, whistled at that b-tch -ss david duke
f-ck the kkk, the fbi, the cia, the atf, and tsa
for taking my new lotion out my f-ckin bag
anarchist thoughts, while i’m whippin in a stolen jag’
moet bottle in the cup holder yellin free shabazz
some deep book on the dash i will never read
a legend been a, head of my time
since a pepper seed
it’s to the death of me
b-tch

hook [cj fly/lansky/ex]

cj fly

it be the type to always come around mad
then wonder why these b-tches don’t wanna hang
you stupid

lansky

it be the type that’s always hype and they g-ssed
and i be like whatever go head, brag
sh-t i don’t give a f-ck

cj fly

you know the type
loud as a motorbike

mr. m-th-f-ckin’ exquire

i be the type to put this timb in they -ss

- lansky jones lyrics

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