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My Type Video (MV)




Performed By: J-Ally
Language: English
Length: 2:16
Written by: Jordan Alexander




J-Ally - My Type Lyrics




V1: It's only 2 different reactions
When I step in this bitch
They either mugging or lusting
But both know I'm the shit
Had very hustle from 9-5's
To weighing baggies
But how much a nigga
Made off beats is uncanny

400 on Bally, that's 200 per B
Forgot I had it
The sweats got me tucking my cheese
Baby I want all freaks
Like I'm fresh out of jail
Just know I'm hard to get off
Like the points on yo L's baby

They talking down, I think them niggas fans
Tryna speak on this and that
Excuse me? Come again?
Shit, while you watching
Take notes on how to move
Cuz you peeping me
And I ain't heard shit bout you

My typa shit only consist of
Hella money and plays
F*ckin on baes
And dodging all the dummies and fakes
Been rapping safe to say
It's f*ck the money and fame
Actually, it's f*ck the fame
Regardless Imma get change

H: Big body anything,
That's my type whip
Pure face, model body,
That's my type bitch
Come back richer than I left,
That's my type trip
Getting it sold foe I cop it
That's my type flip

Big body anything,
That's my type whip
Pure face, model body,
That's my type bitch
Come back richer than I left,
That's my type trip
Getting it sold foe I cop it
That's my type flip

V2: I know they mad
Imma keep 'em watching up close
Could be down be bad still do the upmost
She ain't top tier she ain't getting bussed on
Tryna tuck rolls, if you not, get the f*ck on

96 and Outer Drive raised
In the burbs, still connected like a drive train
I know some niggas coppin whole
If they smelling good
And know some niggas that'll be you
If yo credit good

Yea you a lil cute but I ain't stuck on you
Won't throw a buck you
Can't dare bust a nut on you
My typa bitch got the purse
And the clutch on her
But I been on my shit
So I can't put a rush on her

You staring at the ceiling
What you FaceTiming
Hustle up or stay dreaming
What you hate shining
Said I can't trap unless
It's heavy weight pockets
Old hoes still want me
Niggas like me ain't common, bitch

H: Big body anything,
That's my type whip
Pure face, model body,
That's my type bitch
Come back richer than I left,
That's my type trip
Getting it sold foe I cop it
That's my type flip

Big body anything,
That's my type whip
Pure face, model body,
That's my type bitch
Come back richer than I left,
That's my type trip
Getting it sold foe I cop it
That's my type flip
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V1: It's only 2 different reactions
When I step in this bitch
They either mugging or lusting
But both know I'm the shit
Had very hustle from 9-5's
To weighing baggies
But how much a nigga
Made off beats is uncanny

400 on Bally, that's 200 per B
Forgot I had it
The sweats got me tucking my cheese
Baby I want all freaks
Like I'm fresh out of jail
Just know I'm hard to get off
Like the points on yo L's baby

They talking down, I think them niggas fans
Tryna speak on this and that
Excuse me? Come again?
Shit, while you watching
Take notes on how to move
Cuz you peeping me
And I ain't heard shit bout you

My typa shit only consist of
Hella money and plays
F*ckin on baes
And dodging all the dummies and fakes
Been rapping safe to say
It's f*ck the money and fame
Actually, it's f*ck the fame
Regardless Imma get change

H: Big body anything,
That's my type whip
Pure face, model body,
That's my type bitch
Come back richer than I left,
That's my type trip
Getting it sold foe I cop it
That's my type flip

Big body anything,
That's my type whip
Pure face, model body,
That's my type bitch
Come back richer than I left,
That's my type trip
Getting it sold foe I cop it
That's my type flip

V2: I know they mad
Imma keep 'em watching up close
Could be down be bad still do the upmost
She ain't top tier she ain't getting bussed on
Tryna tuck rolls, if you not, get the f*ck on

96 and Outer Drive raised
In the burbs, still connected like a drive train
I know some niggas coppin whole
If they smelling good
And know some niggas that'll be you
If yo credit good

Yea you a lil cute but I ain't stuck on you
Won't throw a buck you
Can't dare bust a nut on you
My typa bitch got the purse
And the clutch on her
But I been on my shit
So I can't put a rush on her

You staring at the ceiling
What you FaceTiming
Hustle up or stay dreaming
What you hate shining
Said I can't trap unless
It's heavy weight pockets
Old hoes still want me
Niggas like me ain't common, bitch

H: Big body anything,
That's my type whip
Pure face, model body,
That's my type bitch
Come back richer than I left,
That's my type trip
Getting it sold foe I cop it
That's my type flip

Big body anything,
That's my type whip
Pure face, model body,
That's my type bitch
Come back richer than I left,
That's my type trip
Getting it sold foe I cop it
That's my type flip
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Writer: Jordan Alexander
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