Chevy Woods - Yo Type Lyrics

Lyrics Yo Type - Chevy Woods



We don't fuck with yo type
We don't fuck with yo type
We don't fuck with yo, we don't fuck with yo
We don't fuck with yo type
All y'all niggas sucker niggas and we don't fuck with yo type
All y'all niggas sucker niggas and we don't fuck with yo type
We don't fuck with yo type
We don't fuck with yo type
We don't fuck with yo, we don't fuck with yo
We don't fuck with yo type
All y'all niggas sucker niggas and we don't fuck with yo type
All y'all niggas sucker niggas and we don't fuck with yo type
Push button, that foreign, I can tell you that type
I was on a stand line for my man, do you know what that's like?
Joint bro, I need a light, all the shit that I did
At the studio, just made a song and the cops all in my crib
You don't know how I live, platinum door, I bid
Maino watching all this, V watching all this
Ray watching all this, yeah, Ray watching all this
Dre just called me yesterday to tell me, 'boy, you the shit'
Fuck is y'all niggas saying? Real shit, admit
Got a shooter on a little dome tripping, bet he waiting for me to say when
Fuck is y'all niggas saying? Real shit, admit
Got a shooter on a little dome tripping, bet he waiting for me to say when
We don't fuck with yo type
We don't fuck with yo type
We don't fuck with yo, we don't fuck with yo
We don't fuck with yo type
All y'all niggas sucker niggas and we don't fuck with yo type
All y'all niggas sucker niggas and we don't fuck with yo type
We don't fuck with yo type
We don't fuck with yo type
We don't fuck with yo, we don't fuck with yo
We don't fuck with yo type
All y'all niggas sucker niggas and we don't fuck with yo type
All y'all niggas sucker niggas and we don't fuck with yo type
Hundred grand, get them candy bars, can't fuck with shit that I do
Shorty blessed me, I ain't even sneezed, had them pistols aimed at you
JUL, real blood nigga, only color we know is green
See the grill on, I mean motherfucker when I pull up and that's me
Taylor Gang, fuck what you heard, I'm down for that forever
Pistol tucked in that leather, yeah, pistol tucked in that leather
Serving all these bricks, you can ask 'em, niggas bet they say that I'm good
Talk all you want, hazel wood, to the death of me, I'm so hood
Hold 'em down, know where I come from, where I come from be that jungle
Bake a cake then I serve the cake with no birthday and they love you
Hold 'em down, know where I come from, where I come from be that jungle
Bake a cake then I serve the cake with no birthday and they love you
We don't fuck with yo type
We don't fuck with yo type
We don't fuck with yo, we don't fuck with yo
We don't fuck with yo type
All y'all niggas sucker niggas and we don't fuck with yo type
All y'all niggas sucker niggas and we don't fuck with yo type
We don't fuck with yo type
We don't fuck with yo type
We don't fuck with yo, we don't fuck with yo
We don't fuck with yo type
All y'all niggas sucker niggas and we don't fuck with yo type
All y'all niggas sucker niggas and we don't fuck with yo type



Writer(s): Jeannette Boling


Chevy Woods - Gangland 3
Album Gangland 3
date of release
09-04-2015




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