Typa Guy Remix Songtext

Martha Smallz

von Bloom

Typa Guy Remix Songtext
Make a girl go crazy
Make a girl go crazy (Oh yeah yeah)
You would, you would make a girl go crazy coz she's tryna be your baby

You're gorgeous
You got everything going for you
You got money in the bank
The bedroom's best performer
But see once bitten ,as I am, twice shy
He asked me why I'm leaving when I ain't gat no man
So I gave him the reason why, you're the typa guy

You see you're the typa guy to make a girl have her cake and want to eat it too
You're the type to make a girl go crazy tryna gеt with you
You see you're the typa guy to make a girl havе her cake and want to eat it too
So forgive me if I walk away, I don't wanna stray, I don't wanna bruise

You would
You would make a girl go crazy, make a girl go crazy
You yould, you would make a girl go crazy coz she's tryna be your baby
You would
You would make a girl go crazy, make a girl go crazy
You would
You would make a girl go cray coz she's tryna be your bae

Before you leave
Atleast let me speak
I know you've been broken
Don't want you to fix that, just leave that to me
You want my body, I will give it
Let me be the man to supply you on the daily
And anytime you need that
You can call me girl, baby girl I will be there
Come on over here baby girl let me kiss your shoulders (and everything in between)
I ain't always gonna be around but tonight I'm here for you
I just want to beat it up like a drum if you wanna
I ain't tryna be your lover but tonight I will be your man, ooh

You would
You would make a girl go crazy, make a girl go crazy
You yould, you would make a girl go crazy coz she's tryna be your baby
You would
You would make a girl go crazy, make a girl go crazy
You would
You would make a girl go crazy coz she's tryna be your baby

You're the typa guy that's the king of the party
You're the king of the party ain't you baby
You're the typa guy that belongs to nobody
Coz you belong to everybody don't you baby
The type to have me waiting by the phone, waiting all alone for you to call me
I'm grown enough to know not only sticks and stones can break my bones, boy you can hurt me, in the worst way

You're the type (Ooh)
You're the type (Oh, oh)
You're the type
You're that typa guy