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smokepurpp - type to lyrics

[intro]
whoa

[chorus]
i got skinnies up on my glocks, still fit in those (pop, pop)
i put a hole in him, now he a walking cheerio (b-r-r-r)
type to f-ck your b-tch inside your house and eat your cereal (f-ck yo’)
he said he a tough guy, turn his b-tch into a widow (widow, widow)
i’m the type to f-ck your b-tch and sneak out through the window (b-tch)
you the type to not f-ck and start talking to the pillow (to the pillow)
i’m the type to walk inside the store and tell ’em, “bill those” (uh)
you the type to walk inside the store and try to steal clothes

[verse]
and i keep that glockie, b-tch i’m quick to blow a face off (b-r-r)
i got two white b-tches topping me, having a face-off (face-off)
and i keep my ‘migos with me, like my name is takeoff (migo)
how the f-ck you ballin’ and don’t got a bed to lay on? (uh)
i be on my elon musk sh-t, so high that i’m outer sp-ce (t-s-s)
b-tch, don’t get too c-cky, there’s hoes in line that want your place (want that)
if it’s opps in here, then f-ck it, we ‘gon let it spray
them 223s will turn your head into a different shape (b-r-r)
i flew the b-tch here, f-cked her then i flew her back (flew her back)
i might vacuum seal a b-tch, and treat her like a pack
you can turn the lights off and my diamonds tell you where i’m at (ayy)
run up on me, i’ll leave ketchup stains all on your back (ayy)
i f-cked her, i p-ssed her, hot potato (hot potato)
b-tch, i’m playing with this money like this sh-t is play-doh (yee)
i’ll knock his head down to his feet, he mr. potato (b-r-r)
he came looking for a lick, he left with a halo (ayy)

- smokepurpp lyrics

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