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tank god & smooky margielaa - my type lyrics

[intro: smooky margielaa]
yeah that’s the type that i like
woah

[chorus: smooky margielaa]
yeah
yeah that’s the type that i like
that’s my type
yeah that’s the type that i like
that’s my type
yeah that’s the type that i like
that’s my type
yeah, that’s my type
that’s my type
yeah, that’s my type and i love it
that’s my type
yeah, that’s my type and i love it
big, big but i like it
that’s my type
big booty, big booty what i like
that’s my type
yeah that’s the type that i like
that’s my type
yeah that’s the type that i like
that’s my type
lightskin, brownskin, i like ’em all
that’s my type
yeah that’s the type that i like
that’s my type
yeah that’s the type that i like
that’s my type
yeah that’s the type that i like
that’s my type

[verse 1: smooky margielaa]
that’s my type, type that i like
that’s my type, oh
take her on a trip, that’s light
fly on a private flight
(fly on a private flight)
and we in a relationship, keep it low
don’t like all the haters to really know
you have too much n+ggas up in your head
oh i’ma have to let you go, uh
no+no+no (no)
i do not trust these hoes (hoes)
every day they be fake ’bout you, speak ugly on the low
now i’m lit, i have to glow
go get a bag and hit the drip store
a year ago was broke and i had a flip phone
now i got five girls in my home
play with the p+ssy what i like
come ride on this d+ck, like a bike
my diamonds bussin’ ’cause i do not fight
i hold on to that [?] tight
and she let [?]
i’m a gangsta but i’m lovey+dovey sometime
i go with some money and spend with my guy
yeah this crack, i sold to the fiend sometimes
your bro said he slid on your b+tch in a hooptie, i’m rich
so i slid ’em the phantom all white
how you tryna broke up with my ex, with my ex, with my ex
on my ex it ain’t gettin’ me tight
just look how i crip from the projects to jets
you should go find a way to get money in life
everytime they see smooky, they give him respect
and the audemars jewelry on at night

[verse 2: dreezy]
goin’ crazy remy on your ride (skrr, skrr)
hit the tire then tell me put the price (cash out)
said i’m shy but he ain’t tryna [?]
i’ma ride like i’m [?]
yeah that cuban link shine like it came with a light
no guns, he gon’ walk in that b+tch with a pipe
got that drip on him, yeah i’ma f+ck him on sight
that’s the face with it, now we callin’ skype
his and hers hoppin’ out a bentley
anti friendly, yeah it’s gon’ be hard to get up with me
hard n+gga with me act gently
and he compliment me
like that

- tank god smooky margielaa lyrics

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