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migos & cardi b - type shit lyrics

[intro: takeoff]
yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: takeoff]
it cost a half a ticket for a glass wrist (half a milli’)
but it ain’t cost me nothin’ for this bad b+tch (ain’t cost me nothin’, ho)
we the ones that break the stage (break), then get paid (pay)
came in the game, get yo’ stain, bet the opps know all our names (b+tch)
ain’t you entertained? (ho), i bossed her, now she plain (plain)
the struggle where we came (struggle), there’s smoke behind my game (smoke)

[verse 2: quavo]
(soo, grrah)
shots get to firin’, ’cause some n+ggas got to hittin’ (hittin’)
made ’em spin twice, ’cause i swear i thought he missed (go)
f+ck that smoke sh+t, i got ice on my wrist (ice)
still get my hands dirty, i’ll wash ’em ’til it’s drenched (soo, soo, soo)

[verse 3: takeoff]
look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane
b+tch, it’s the rocket with all of these chains (b+tch, it’s the rocket)
she got a n+gga, but sh+t, she told me she doin’ her thang (sh+t, that’s cool)
where there’s a plug, well, none are more rockin’ right now on terrain (where there’s a plug, oh)
this the type sh+t that’s out yo’ lane

[chorus: quavo]
type sh+t, type sh+t, this the type sh+t (let’s roll)
this the type sh+t that get yo b+tch hit (smash)
this the type sh+t that got you trendin’ (woo, trend)
this the type sh+t that get yo’ sh+t split (ooh)
[verse 4: takeoff]
i pour a pint and drink that sh+t in thirty minutes (drink, lean)
ever since i jumped up off the porch i been gettin’ it (get it)
thinkin’ ’bout them bags we had stashed in the kitchen (bags)
they said that society had turned me to a menace (f+ck society, f+ck ’em)

[verse 5: cardi b]
look, i say this the type sh+t, b+tches love to type sh+t
i pull up marine serre, you know, in some tight sh+t
my accountant think i’m g+y, all i do is buy sh+t
from the projects to the private jets, i’ve been a fly b+tch (mwah)
once hoes start doing bad, they need somethin’ they can blame it on
b+tches couldn’t be as hot as me in the summertime with a blanket on
b+tches really be puppets, i’m in the lamb+chop and i don’t play along (skrrt)
are you stupid, dumb, or slow? got these frames from ricky o
all these verses i done slayed, all these looks that i done gave
could have let these f+ck hoes drown, but i let them ride my wave
man, these hoes lookin’ real light and this ass lookin’ real heavy
feel like ‘yoncé with this birkin, but i’m rowland with this kelly (grrr)

[chorus: quavo]
type sh+t, type sh+t, this the type sh+t (let’s roll)
this the type sh+t that get yo b+tch hit (smash)
this the type sh+t that got you trendin’ (woo, trend)
this the type sh+t that get yo’ sh+t split (ooh)
[verse 6: offset]
calling shots (brr)
order the semi’s, then score on the opps (score)
scr+pe up the pennies before i was poppin’ (hey)
f+ck her, dismiss her, i’m that type of guy (get out of there)
upping my fire and i’m waving it (fire)
take off the top, i done gutted it (gutted it)
call me two harlet before i had busted it (before)
flex on you n+ggas, this sh+t gettin’ ugly (ugly)
i got a patek inside of the cullinan (ah)
i tell her suck on me, i tell her f+ck on me
keep it a buck with me, up in it, stuck with me (yes, sir)
if we get into it, you n+ggas gon’ duck for me (go)
n+ggas go buck for me, shoot up the club for me (shoot)
they want the recipe, body like nestlé
try get the best of me, but i ain’t going (no)
she like an athlete, n+gga, don’t threaten me
put out a hit, in two+months and he gone (hit)
put out the b+tch, she was here for too long (put out)
we don’t need a loan, the mob capone (mob)
i make an m with a blindfold (woo)
jump out the gym with some bows of the dope (hey)
them n+ggas spinnin’, they takin’ they souls (spin)
want a promotion, now he gettin’ blowed (blow)
n+ggas already know (you know)
set ain’t no ho, he gon’ come as a ghost
[chorus: quavo]
type sh+t, type sh+t, this the type sh+t (let’s roll)
this the type sh+t that get yo b+tch hit (smash)
this the type sh+t that got you trendin’ (woo, trend)
this the type sh+t that get yo’ sh+t split (ooh)

[outro]
tay keith, f+ck these n+ggas up
mu+mu+mu+murda

- migos cardi b lyrics

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