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Type Beat
Hip-Hop/Rap
Type Beat was released on May 6, 2022 by Euphoria Records as a part of the album I Am Him
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Release DateMay 6, 2022
LabelEuphoria Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronald Wayne Mitchell III
Ronald Wayne Mitchell III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael McFarland
Michael McFarland
Engineer
Joshua Dillard
Joshua Dillard
Engineer

Lyrics

Woah
Woah
Woah
They like how I'm rhyming
And styling
And dripping
And fucking up all these type beats
When I hit the stage I come up and kill it
My **** I don't need no hype beast
Then count up my money
And laugh these dummy's
While I'm watching my salary increase
I need 30 mill
Cause I'm way too ill
Let's run up a check on some nikes
I don't want yo wife
She just for the night
You can have her back right after this flight
She say ima a dog
But bitch I'm a beast
The way that I'm ripping this damn mic
A smooth lil dude you know my mood
Fuck all these bitches form high school
They laughed in my face
Now I get cake
Now all of these hoes
Got they eyes glued
Yes I'm Big Ron so you know I be killing shit
Sitting back chilling like I'm on some villain shit
They like my music they say they be feeling it
Hop on a beat guarantee I'm gone kill that shit
Poor me a cup of that Remy or Henney bitch
This ain't the time so get out of yo feelings bitch
Don't do no hoes so gone with that dummy shit
Working to hard can't be seen in no bummy fit
King of my town so you know I be running shit
Gimme me the crown
**** know I'm the best at this
Booty real fat its looking voluptuous
Throwing this cash
So you better be twerking it
Get in my zone off the
Weed and the liquor bitch
Don't kill my vibe
cause I'm on my Kendrick shit
I'm the ventriloquist
You just the dummy bitch
Play with my money
And see how the tommy spit
They like how I'm rhyming
And styling
And dripping
And fucking up all these type beats
When I hit the stage I come up and kill it
My **** I don't need no hype beast
Then count up my money
And laugh these dummy's
While I'm watching my salary increase
I need 30 mill
Cause I'm way too ill
Let's run up a check on some nikes
I don't want yo wife
She just for the night
You can have her back right after this flight
She say ima a dog
But bitch I'm a beast
The way that I'm ripping this damn mic
A smooth lil dude you know my mood
Fuck all these bitches form high school
They laughed in my face
Now I get cake
Now all of these hoes
Got they eyes glued
80 bars
80 cars
80 broads
She say she like Gemini's
A rising star go bar for bar
We in this bitch
Yeah we getting hella high
I'm getting the cash its coming fast
We doing the dash
Naw we can't come in last
Fuck any bitch from the past
Tryna smash
When I step better have that cash
I'm underrated
Ain't no debating
Who the greatest
They hating
Fuck anybody or any bitch that's basic
Outta space flow so Ima take vacation
Then come back to earth
And land without a space ship
Perfecting my craft
Cause a **** tried of waiting
Swear to god
A **** really losing patience
I'm really on the grind
Until Im the greatest
Just gimme my respect
These pussy **** be hating
Written by: Ronald Wayne Mitchell III
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