Kevin Gates - Type Of Girl lyrics
rate me(Intro : Kevin Gates)
Mane, look check this out, look
Mane, fuck all that man, just listen to the music
The music tellin' you to come with me
Give yo girl the key man, you know you can chill till Uber can come and get ya
After you get this dick man what?
(Pre-Hook: King Ko$a)
Got a thing for the thick women
She gon' light it up I'mma roll one
She know I will make her mine
But a nigga like me can't choose one
She gonna hit me for the business
I'm gon' hit her with the finish
Baby, I'mma work ya out
Show ya that a young nigga really do this
(Hook)
That's the type of girl i'm fuckin' with
That's the type of girl i hold it down for
That's the type of girl i'm fuckin' with
She know i'd hold it down for
(Verse: Kevin Gates)
What ya doin' send an uber
Fifty shades of gates on her sofa
Forgot to move it right after ya bend ova
Sip a lot of lean opposite of sober
Goddamn
And i'm goin' HAM
Pull ya closer
Grip ya by yo neck while i nibble on yo shoulder
Text messagin' oh woah
In my phone like when ya comin' ova
I don't talk but i listen i'm a real nigga
Pull yo hair, talk bad when i deal with ya
She gon' light it up and maybe i'm a chill with her
Big thighs, slim waist, bitch real different
She got her own whips, and a crib with it
Swimmin' pool out back, skinny dippin' in it
Double Mac with the flap
Got the semi with me
Thick girl cuttin' up when the liquor in her
Runnin' from me when I jump say she feel it in her
Kevin dick, ya a dick come on say ya nice
Tryna gimme money come on got it off the block
Stand up, gotta stay with me, double stock
Hold it down before ya get it, touching erry spot
Tie her to the head rail, she be wyldin' out
Too deep, Kevin please yellin', 'take it out'
When her face in the pillow hard to make it out
(Pre-Hook)
(Hook)
(Verse 2: King Ko$a)
I got a thing for the Latinas
Pick her ass up in the black bimmer
Or i might just do her in black bimmer
She could call her friend come and tag team
She gon' leave all the drama for the actors
And we gon' leave all them games for the packers
No sequels, no missin' chapters
And we always gettin' high like we climbin' ladders
Lil mama know she a dime
Hoes throwing shade she still shinin'
And I'mma slide in like a zipline
All these haters actin' sour like good wine
I pass thru' her crib when i got time
A nigga on the road needin' dolla signs
Gold diggers see me as a gold mine
But I don't see them hoes like i'm goin' blind
Kosa!
She calling my phone when she get horny
She in the bed all alone, can't do without me
I'm kissin' her thighs touchin' her body
And she know i be gone in the mornin' cos' a nigga
(Pre-Hook)
(Hook)
