J. Stalin She The Type Lyrics

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]

Yeah she talkin’ real good, she a certified pro

She a monkey on the pole, she will never let it go

Tossing money in the air, once she get it off the flo’

She an all night, super type porno show

She a freak, she a bopper, she a true head popper

She a freak, she a bopper, she a true head popper

She a freak, she a bopper, she a true head popper

She the type that I like, pussy fine, mouth proper

[Verse 1: J. Stalin]

You can tell the way that the bills fall, we in the buildin’

A lot of ones on the flo’, bitch they came from drug dealin’

She already on it, she climb to the ceilin’

And she drop it back down just to show them other bitches

Asked me “What is ya digits?” and nigga it was on

She said she gon’ give me what I don’t get at home

She said she wish she could clone a nicer version of a nigga

I never be that nigga fall in love with gold diggers

I knock bad bitches, I pick up the litter

I give a dope dick, make her body quiver

Teach her the card game, take it off from a nigga

Enough scrilla, it’ll make ya feel like you own a nigga

And you can rent it, you can lease it, but it’s her pussy

Get in the middle when it’s super wet and real cushy

Ten minutes to make her cum, that’s all it took me

Yeah, ten minutes to make her cum, that’s all it took me

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[Verse 2: J. Stalin]

Money motivated, college graduated

Still with all that talent, she shakin’ it and she make it

She could have her clothes on, still make you think she naked

See the shit she can do, with a fucking banana

Pussy tighter than a bandanna

Got my soldier out the kitchen like a car antenna

We do it and she be louder than a police scanner

Big ol’ Mississippi booty, ask K.R.I.T. and David Banner

I would let you fuck her, but I don’t think you can handle her

Me on the other hand, I flip her like a spatula

Feeling like a movie when I enter in the back of her

She get though from the swag, she fucking with a factor

I can work yo back, like a chiropractor

Get up in her hair, like a security code cracker

But at the end of the night, I’m just another rapper

But at the end of the night, I’m just another rapper

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[Verse 3: Too Short]

I wouldn’t have it any other way

I had a lil’ fine bitch the other day

She looked good but she couldn’t fuck

Sucked a good dick but she wouldn’t shut up

I know this other lil’ freak, she ain’t as pretty

But she got a nice ass with some big titties

I wouldn’t even take her on a date

But we kick it all the time cause the sex is great

What’s better? If she’s pretty or she’s sexy?

I probably don’t want the bitch next week

If she ain’t got skills

Cause all I want is big money and cheap grills

I give a fuck about her cute face, she loves me

That’s so lovely, she keeps saying fuck me

She better not be frigid

Cause all I need is to fuck her real good, then I’m leaving

Bitch

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