Curren$y - The Type Lyrics
[Curren$y:]Let the little homie kick it in the auto shop with usLong as he can make store runs and keep his mouth shutSame way I came upAll my triple o's was hood famousNice guy surrounded by wolves, wild dangerous that's where I gained this coolWalk this talk, you trying to duplicate and make toolsAll you do is make fools of yourselvesUnderground jewels testa copping pot, wallet in the wishing wellEvidence, niggas can failTryna get close to the jet codeBut it will never get deciphere by a rookie pilotThat's why I sit opposite to drive a 63 impala bad *****Change steering wheel guidenceI'm out the window sky watching, plotting as usualThat's what I'm doing when I'm quiteCan't remember shorty name but she had that loud packThe other night in tallahasse and I thank her for thatFine, freaky [?] with her legs behind her backIn the wee hours of the morning, picture mailin that she hornyBut love I'm tryna ***** with this money[Chorus:]We bust raps like d-boys bust gats, we the type of people that don't burry the axeWe bust raps like d boys bust gats, we the type of people cutluss, monte carlo, regalsWe bust raps like d-boys bust gats, we the type of people that don't burry the axeWe bust raps like d boys bust gats, we the type of people cutluss, monte carlo, regalsWe bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type of people that don't bury the hatchWe bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type of people chevy's and gmc's toWe bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type that don't bury the hatchWe bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type of people chevy's and gmc's to[Prodigy:]***** it, it's the life of the shooting starGotta move smartCan't get caught slipping there all wanna see me fallTake my punches like a troop but take my loses like a manAnd come with the territory, take the good with the badThrow the dice watch them tumble where they land so bigEverything is not strategic, sometime we risk our lifeSometime we risk our love, our money and our freedom***** that bullshit we feed it, to see if you gone eat itIn new york we manipulate naive dummiesWe beat you on the head it's just game we be runningSometime, but most of the time we don't playThey can't figure us out, we like it that wayThe road to the riches so long I be catch blistersAll these crabs in a bucket pull you down tryna get emEvery man for them self, every women won't bags and shoesWe the type of people that'll find you[Chorus]
