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Type Shit 2 1 by Rondonjohnson ft. Ronathan Taylor Thomas

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Type Shit 2 1 by Rondonjohnson ft. Ronathan Taylor Thomas - hip hop,both vocals music cover art

Type Shit 2 1

hip hop,both vocals

0:002:20
Lyrics
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🎤 [Intro – CJ in the background, full meth-mode, aggressive:]
TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT!
TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT!
(yeah bitch) TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT!
🎙️ [Verse 1 – Roni, cold and unbothered:]
You was never gang, you a fuck ass stain
Tryna snake the squad, now you bleedin’ in the rain
Ain’t no loyalty in your veins, just pills and propane
You a hoe in denial with a glitch in your brain
I let you breathe near the flame, now you cryin’ from the burn
Switched up on the circle just to get your lil’ turn
Talkin’ like a killer, but your paperwork sing
That’s not a blick in your jeans — that’s a mood ring
CJ in the cut, yellin’ TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT!
Got the strap in his drawers yellin’ TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT!
You was tryna set us up, now you on a milk carton
Bitch, you sweeter than the candle aisle at Target
🎶 [Chorus – Female vocals (you), haunting & sexy:]
If you can’t handle me at my fuck nigga
You don’t deserve me at my
TYPE SHIT TYPE SHIT TYPE SHIT
You think you know my soul…
But bitch, you just a fuck hole
A lil’ pawn in the game, and I’m the cheat code
TYPE SHIT TYPE SHIT TYPE SHIT
(Ah-huh)
TYPE SHIT TYPE SHIT TYPE SHIT
🎤 [Verse 2 – Roni, grimy Kodak flow:]
You was cryin’ in the Civic, beggin’ for my grace
Now you tryna take CJ’s place with that roach face
I should’ve left you in the alley with the fake IDs
Now you cryin’ to a Gemini like “please, Roni, please”
Bitch get a grip — or better yet, get a noose
Cuz the squad play dirty and the leader cut loose
You was tweakin’ for attention, now your phone’s on mute
Only time you pop out is when your P test’s cute
Don’t gaslight a Cancer — we got memories, bruh
You a FedEx package full of fentanyl and mistrust
I got a shooter in slides and another in boots
CJ in the background yellin’ truth like it’s truth:
🔊 [CJ, faster and louder, like a possessed gremlin:]
TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT!
He don’t want no static – that’s that TYPE SHIT!
TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT!
Bitch, you on thin ice, and it’s microwave-lit!
TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT!
🎶 [Final Chorus – Female vocals go full rage to angelic:]
If you can’t handle me at my fuck nigga
You don’t deserve me at my
TYPE SHIT TYPE SHIT TYPE SHIT
You think you know my soul…
But bitch, you just a fuck hole
Tryna map my heart with a blindfold
TYPE SHIT TYPE SHIT TYPE SHIT
(uh huh, yeah)
TYPE SHIT TYPE SHIT TYPE SHIT
🔥 [Outro – whispered, dark:]
You thought this was love?
Nah baby… this was type shit.