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Type Beat
7,431
Hip-Hop/Rap
Type Beat was released on July 3, 2020 by Epidemic Sound as a part of the album Vintage Velour - EP
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Release DateJuly 3, 2020
LabelEpidemic Sound
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Xavy Rusan
Xavy Rusan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Hollingshed
Anthony Hollingshed
Composer
Michael Westerfield
Michael Westerfield
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jharee
Jharee
Producer

Lyrics

You in her DM, I'm in her mouth, we not the same
Flippin' the form to heat the fire, I got the flame
Came with the gift and gab, been blessed with lots of game
**** be mad at me, they know I'm not the blame
You in her DM, I'm in her mouth, we not the same
Flippin' the form to heat the fire, I got the flame
Came with the gift and gab, been blessed with lots of game
**** be mad at me, they know I’m not the blame (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Well I'm too geechy to be preachy, I just show out (Ay)
Winnin' and it's lookin' like a blowout (Okay)
Pile up my paper, let it grow out (Yurr)
If It ain't 'bout no money I don't go out (Okay)
I'm too geechy to be preachy, I just show out (Ay)
Winnin' and it's lookin' like a blowout (Okay)
Pile up my paper, let it grow out (Okay)
If It ain't 'bout no money I don't go out (I don't go out)
I got way too many missed calls
Think your girlfriend going through her withdrawals
I do what I wanna, God gave me big balls
And some hoes that wanna cover 'em with lip gloss
Seen 'em lookin' at me crazy but I ain't goof
Hood ****, ain't too many place I can't go
Tryna fit all of your friends in that Durango
I'm the only young **** with a Kangol
Chain glow, hang low, scarin’ Anglos
In Chapala, tradin' dollars for the pesos
Mama smell the marijuana on my besos
'Bout to kill 'em in my, "**** where they make those?"
Case closed, change clothes and time zones
She shook her neck and mind-blown
Got the funky shit that make 'em do the stank face
I ain't chasin’ hoes, ****, I'm at Chase Bank (Ay, ay)
You in her DM, I'm in her mouth, we not the same
Flippin' the form to heat the fire, I got the flame
Came with the gift and gab, been blessed with lots of game
**** be mad at me, they know I'm not the blame
You in her DM, I'm in her mouth, we not the same
Flippin' the form to heat the fire, I got the flame
Came with the gift and gab, been blessed with lots of game
**** be mad at me, they know I’m not the blame (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Well I'm too geechy to be preachy, I just show out (Ay)
Winnin' and it's lookin' like a blowout (Okay)
Pile up my paper, let it grow out (Yurr)
If It ain't 'bout no money I don't go out (Okay)
I'm too geechy to be preachy, I just show out (Ay)
Winnin' and it's lookin' like a blowout (Okay)
Pile up my paper, let it grow out (Okay)
If It ain't 'bout no money I don't go out (I don't go out)
Well I'm too geechy-
But I'm too-
Well I'm too geechy
But I'm too geechy-
But I'm too-
But I'm too-but I'm too-but I'm too geechy-
Written by: Anthony Hollingshed, Michael Westerfield
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