My Type E

You know fine shit, that's my type. I can smash on anything, but you the one I like. She ride it like a rodeo, Like a bike. We can hit Saks Fifth, baby, Ball like Mike. She say she like my swag, I clean up real nice. Rockstar drip, I wear my jeans with the spikes. Come take a trip to Smook's world, girl, I Can change your life. I cut them hoes off, Go 'head, pass me the knife. I got a redbone, yeah, some thick shit. Introduce her to the mafia, no three-six. I drip Rick Fish, I'm fly in the G6. I'm with Tom Ford lens, I'm on my geek Shit. Baby girl, blow my mind. If you're too far, I can't wait to FaceTime. I'm putting cuts up on you, I ain't tryna Waste time. If it's really real, tattoo my name On waistline. Yeah, Uh, putting cuts up on you, I ain't tryna Waste time. If it's really tattoo my name on Waistline. Oh. Baby girl, you're so fine, I thought you should know. You're something like a Stop sign, I can't let you go. Yeah, you a whole dime, could be a centerfold. If a nigga ever play with mine, he can Peel the road. You know fine shit, that's my Type. I can smash on anything, but you the One I like. She ride it like a rodeo, Like a bike. We can hit Saks Fifth, baby, Ball like Mike. She say she like my swag, I clean up real nice. Rockstar drip, I wear my jeans with the spikes. Come take a trip to Smook's world, girl, I Can change your life. I cut them hoes off, Go 'head, pass me the knife. Oh, I cut them hoes off, 'head, pass me the Knife. Come Smook's world, I'll change your life. Yeah. I'm a rude boy, I need a rude girl. Is you my Cinderella? Try on this Jimmy Choo, Girl. You got me lovesick, feel like I caught The flu, girl. I just wanna lock you away And hide you up in Smook's world. I have fantasies, wanna see you like a school Girl. Just to see how you move, pull up On a scooter. You know you're number one, number Two more rude, girl. Yeah, you a real bitch, Sexy, that's you, girl. And when you're fifty, you'll be the baddest cougar. When I'm done, I'ma leave you like a Strudel. We in the AMG Benz, it's a two-door. We just jack, check, kick shit, judo. You know fine shit, that's my type. I can smash on anything, but you the one I like. She ride it like a rodeo, like A bike. We can hit Saks Fifth, baby, ball Like Mike. She say she like my swag, I Clean up real nice. Rockstar drip, I wear my jeans with the spikes. Come take a trip to Smook's world, girl, I Can change your life. I cut them hoes off, Go 'head, pass me the knife.