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Type Shit 2 2 by Rondonjohnson ft. Ronathan Taylor Thomas

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Type Shit 2 2

hip hop,both vocals

0:002:27
Lyrics
Description
🎤 [Intro – CJ in the background]
TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT!
TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT!
(yeah bitch) TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT!
🎙️ [Verse 1 – Roni]
You was never gang gang, you a fuck ass pussy stain
Tryna snake the squad nigga, now you high up’ in the brain
Ain’t no loyalty in your veins, just tweak and felatio
You a hoe in denial with a glitch in your dick
I let you breathe near the flame, now you bellyachin’ from the burn
Switched up on the gang just to get your lil’ wang
Talkin’ like a killer, but your built like a gorilla
That’s not a blick in your jeans — that’s a chinchilla
CJ in the bando’ TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT!
Got the whip in his dick yellin’ TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT!
You was tryna set us up, now you on a milk carton
Bitch, you sweeter than the juice of a ripe mango on my dick
🎶 [Chorus – intense Female Rap]
If you can’t handle me at my fuck nigga
You don’t deserve me at my type shit,
TYPE SHIT TYPE SHIT TYPE SHIT
You think you know my soul…
But bitch, you just a fuck hole
got a lil’ glimpse of the game, now I’m the fuck ass nigga—lame!
TYPE SHIT TYPE SHIT TYPE SHIT
(Ah-huh)
TYPE SHIT TYPE SHIT TYPE SHIT
🎤 [Verse 2 – Roni]
You was cryin’ in the Sonata, beggin’ for some wata
Now you tryna take CJ’s place with that fuck face
I should’ve left you in the alley with the fake twenties
Now you cryin’ like a Gemini like “Jeez, Roni, jeez”
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 on the next move
Don’t gaslight a Cancer — we got memories, bruh
You a FedEx package full of fetty and ice
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 smoke- TYPE SHIT!
TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT! TYPE SHIT!
Bitch, you on thin ice, and we smoking it!
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 trap my heart with a printer and a suck show
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.