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summer walker - new type lyrics
[verse 1: summer walker]
i’m feelin’ on these silk sheets
and i’m feelin’ up these silk sheets
with legs (legs), hips (hips), thighs (thighs), ass (ass)
i’m feelin’ on these silk sheets
oh, i’m feelin’ so alone
wish i had a man to make me whole, whole
turn this big ass house into a home, home
[pre_chorus: summer walker]
and i, i’m watchin’ my cellphone ring
watchin’ my sh_t light up
i got hood n_ggas blowin’ me up, i
i, i, i, i, i
not tonight, tonight, tonight
i got a new type, new type, new type
new type
[chorus: summer walker]
trick daddy lookin’ motherf_cker
swear ‘fore god i never wanna see another
hoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under
arguin’ on the phone with your ugly baby mother
sleepin’ on the couch of the house of your mother (no)
you can’t live with me so won’t you try and find another?
f_ckin’ round with me, you gon’ end up on your own
have your stuff out on the street, won’t you go and call tyrone_rone?
[verse 2: childish gambino]
i know i’m ugly but i’m interesting, you know i’m flirtin’ with ya (oh)
you want the perfect picture, no filter, simple livin’
simpin’, always listen, guilt him so there’s no suspicion
low ambition, wanna live his life without my bm in my dm saying junior miss him
i show up with a happy meal, your attitude ain’t happy
you tell my son his daddy broke, he hear you laughin’ at me
(n_gga, get the f_ck outta here with that broke ass mcdonald’s)
i’m from around the way, your cousin went to abernathy
i knew you when your wig ain’t had no lace, i loved you nappy
girl, now why you cappin’? that ass ain’t yours, i can’t afford, i’m waitin’ on my taxes
but you look good, been on your erykah, i drive through texas
you said to call tyrone, you know they booked him in january
i’m doin’ 9 to 5, he wanna eat off my commissary
you want me doin’ life, i’m not the type to wife
and call me triflin’ but i ain’t no
[chorus: summer walker]
trick daddy lookin’ motherf_cker
swear ‘fore god i never wanna see another
hoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under
arguin’ on the phone with your ugly baby mother (no)
sleepin’ on the couch of the house of your mother
you can’t live with me so won’t you try and find another?
f_ckin’ round with me, you gon’ end up on your own
have your stuff out on the street, won’t you go and call tyrone_rone?
[instrumental outro]
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