Typa Bitch

Ain't that DJ Chose over there Hmm, looks like DJ Chose Flippa On meeee I'm the typa bitch that always get my lick back You the typa bitch that always get yo wig snatched I'm the typa bitch that smoking on my ex pack You the typa bitch that always wanna back track Went and got my masters, now these bitches mad mad All my exes and my old friends, they sad sad Doctor asked me how I walk around with all this ass Told him same way how I walk around with all this cash I had to kick him off the team, he was poppin' beans Pussy bald, Mr. Clean, money tall, Yao Ming What you smoking? Russian cream Not my lover, Billie Jean Nigga put it in my spleen, now I'm walking with a lean Country bitch, I eat hot sauce on my catfish I smoke that gas, bud sticky like a cactus Gon' beat who ass? nah bitch I ain't no free pick I'm shaking ass, you would think this shit was freaknik Take his cash, I'm that typa bitch Shake this ass, make it do a split Down south, hoe yeah these bitches lit Up nawf, hoes yeah them hoes legit I'm that typa bitch, yeah I'm that typa bitch I'm that typa bitch, yeah I'm that typa bitch I'm that typa bitch, yeah I'm that typa bitch I'm that typa bitch, yeah I'm that typa bitch Got you bitches in a chokehold, you don't want no smoke hoe Pussy drive, yo nigga loco, bounce on dick like pogo I walk by his, dick gon' grow, hoe, thick bitch like Big Glo hoe Man, I swear you niggas so slow, we don't fuck with Popo Had to pull up to the corner store to get some Rellos And a mellow yellow ass shakin' Jell-O Niggas sayin' hello, weed got me mellow Why you gotta stare tho, riding on a spare hoe