F.G.M.G - That Type

I Hate that type I hate that type
I hate that type I hate that type
I hate that type I hate that type
I hate that type I hate that type
I hate that type I hate that type
I hate that type I hate that type
I hate that type I hate that type
I hate that type I hate that type
Hate the type of nigga think he own a chick pussy
Let that cat cross my path and I'm gone kill the pussy
I hate to kill a nigga but I love to pull the trigger
She said she hate she love me I don't have no type of feelings
Hate you broke niggas swagged up but counting pennies
I hate to fall asleep all night counting money
Never trust the next man I'm my own shooter
What you saying boy you ain't about that life
Them hollowtips will get a nigga right
Like queen Latifa fighting for his life
You a pussy nigga that want me dead
Can't fuck with me made him think twice
I'm about it boy don't come in this lane
You gone fuck around and get side swiped
This shit here and I ain't playing with you
You a lightweight don't press the issue
You boys fronting like a screen door
Got a main plug at my back door
Got a naked bitch that's water whipping
Standing by the stove she on payroll
I live this shit no story told
I caught a body nobody told
I'm the fresh prince somebody tell him
You a nobody I'm well respected
I Hate that type I hate that type
I hate that type I hate that type
I hate that type I hate that type
I hate that type I hate that type
I hate that type I hate that type
I hate that type I hate that type
I hate that type I hate that type
I hate that type I hate that type
I hate the type of niggas got bitch in they blood
A lot of transfusion that needle full of suds
I hate the type of bitch that's always on some shiesty shit
Always can pick out the ones that holler veezy pipe me quick
Write out some of these gutter raps
Veezy nigga they on my dick
Leave that Tarzan in the jungle
Grinding by little to little
Hate the type of bitch nigga
That start it up then switching gears
Now peep this here and listen clear
Lord my witness I never fear
South side animosity
I hate the type with no prodigy
Ace ain't no stopping me
Boogie you ain't even popping b
Gambling with your life g
Check game who the dealer be
Check names for lames to fame
Because clearly dog I been a beast
Capiece somebody give him a leash
Because this nigga running wild
Chasing money in these streets
While you living with your moms
Nine to five beating your meat
Eat a dick swallow the come no special treat

Written by:
Benny Anderson, Dominique Anderson, Emanuel Norman, George Carter, Gino Childs, Prince Dortch

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Lyrics © BOSSTALK GWAP MUSIC, O/B/O DistroKid

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