Woodie Smalls

What Typa Time
Yah Ooh Yah, ayy Yah Ooh Runnin' for the fuck of it I be on some other shit (Yah) Sayin’ that a nigga roll lowkey Goin' to the places you can't be Pull up with this on, no ID (Nah) That be my brother, my family (Yah) Tell a little bitch to suck, yeah We can do it all night long, yeah Don’t gotta question it (Yeah) That be my favorite shit Gotta keep a few habits, I won't recommend I'm pullin' these thots like she up in the three Triple the price, see my lights all be tinted Switch up the price like a nigga be scammin' Fucker her real nice, so she think that we datin' Loosen up shawty, we gettin' it in How you gon' claim that you colder than him? What typa time you on? Bitch do not call my phone SongtexteTell these lil’ hoes I’m grown Brand new fit Bitch all my pockets thick I put a lock on it Fuck you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I’m grown Brand new fit Bitch all my pockets thick I put a lock on it What typa time you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown Brand new fit Bitch all my pockets thick I put a lock on it Fuck you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I’m grown Brand new fit Bitch all my pockets thick I put a lock on it I'm like fuck a bitch All type of bitches on the bus and shit Bitch plottin' on me for the lust of it I be rollin' one for the rush and shit Bitch not know should I let em in? What type of drugs should I recommend? I just popped up with the pissed twins Got the four pointer like Steph and 'em But I'm that guy, you know Gotta step back like Harden tho' Got a thick bitch like Cardi tho' Brought a few more like party tho' I play the role like Al Capone I plot it up like Scorsese I got a bitch like mo' days I'm tryna keep my lil whore paid What typa time you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown Brand new fit Bitch all my pockets thick I put a lock on it Fuck you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown Brand new fit Bitch all my pockets thick I put a lock on it What typa time you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown Brand new fit Bitch all my pockets thick I put a lock on it Fuck you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown Brand new fit Bitch all my pockets thick I put a lock on it Got me lookin' at the Heavens lately (Yeah) Feelin' blessed I could be starvin' crazy Wish upon a star it never work (Never) Momma told me "Boy go get a job" (Job) Now he pullin' up in different cars (Yah) Smokin' reefer that's the remedy (Smoke) Shawty say she like my melodies (Yah) I remember when she wouldn't look at me (Yeah) Said I be goin' in for a minute Started this shit I gotta finish Flights on flights, we on Couple missed calls, yeah I know That she can't leave me alone Workin' all night, yeah I'm ready Got a few bars they steady Money comin' in plenty So wavy you could drown in it Losin' your balance quick What typa time you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown Brand new fit Bitch all my pockets thick I put a lock on it Fuck you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown Brand new fit Bitch all my pockets thick I put a lock on it What typa time you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown Brand new fit Bitch all my pockets thick I put a lock on it Fuck you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown Brand new fit Bitch all my pockets thick I put a lock on it Aus Songtexte Mania