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baby money & peezy - this that typa كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(ayy, trell, i think we done over here)
yeah
what?
(you aren’t even a cool breeze for my man taz)
go, go

[verse 1: baby money]
this lil’ b_tch don’t know my name, she say she love me
i done flew her out the way, she say we f_cking
i done bought another plain, they told me bust it
it’s bloodshed, said i do this for my cousin
yeah, take a picture of it, it might last longer
i give ’em strikers, i got dummies that’ll crash for me
beefing with the reaper, church on sunday with that mag on me
lord forgive me
thirty underneath my shirt, my pants cost me forty_fifty
cop a lot, i drop the price, come and place an order with me
pick up cash in every hood, i’m tryna explore the city
almost on my second mill’, think it’s time to order richie
i’m ’bout to hit up elliott, spend a bag, and go missing
let’s make it known, ’cause your outfit cost a lot, it’s not crispy
let’s keep it grown, b_tch, you got on all rick, you not pretty, huh?
ask those ones who tried to slide, it was a failed mission
popping pills while i’m in my jail, in my cell, tripping
seventeen thousand was my pros, but my sales different
bad b_tches cooking, workin’ angel while in h_ll’s kitchen
[chorus: baby money & peezy]
this type of b_tch that make me say i love her
this type of b_tch that make me say, “let’s cuddle”
this type of risk that make tote the cutter, nah
this that type of money make her f_ck my brother, yeah, yeah
this that type of— (b_tch, i’m rich)
this that type of— (b_tch, i’m rich)
this that type of— (b_tch, i’m rich)
this that type of— mhm
this that type of— (b_tch, i’m rich)
this that type of— (b_tch, i’m lit)
this that type of— (b_tch, i’m rich, yeah)
this that type of— mhm (ghetto)

[verse 2: peezy]
this that type of pape’ that make the preacher wife come suck some d_ck
to get that pape’, i had to commit a couple sins, but i repent
gon’ get rich or die tryin’ around this b_tch like 50 cent
i got three links on, but we can’t link up, you broke as sh_t
so much ice on my right hand, you would think i sprained my wrist
i get so much f_cking green, i’m gary payton or shawn kemp
b_tches left when i was down bad, some sh_t i can’t forget
now i’m ridin’ brand new maybach, thinkin’, “should i paint this b_tch?”
b_tch just flew herself in, man, she can’t wait to get this d_ck
i might leave her at the room, man, i can’t wait to spin this b_tch
i just made two hundred fifty, i can’t wait to spend that sh_t
i don’t know what else to buy ’cause i got every color kit
i got every pair of ricks, i drove every kind of whip
it ain’t right to do it light, man, i’m heavy ’round this b_tch
you can’t even add me up, i got on too much sh_t
i’m the type to have this sh_t on and won’t even take a pic, yeah, yeah (ghetto)
[chorus: baby money]
this type of b_tch that make me say i love her
this type of b_tch that make me say, “let’s cuddle”
this type of risk that make tote the cutter, nah
this that type of money make her f_ck my brother, yeah, yeah
this that type of— (b_tch, i’m rich)
this that type of— (b_tch, i’m rich)
this that type of— (b_tch, i’m rich)
this that type of— mhm
this that type of— (b_tch, i’m rich)
this that type of— (b_tch, i’m lit)
this that type of— (b_tch, i’m rich)
this that type of— mhm

[outro]
(you recordin’, smerf?)

- baby money peezy

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