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My Type

Yeah my type sheesh
Yeah, that's right

Sheesh
I like it how ya talk to me
Swagger so sassy
But she keep it classy

Summer sun got it hot as Tallahassee
Southern bell out west ain't going east
Running things, like a relay at a track meet
Good sport like an athlete (ha)

'Cause she smooth
Baby got the moves
And she nice
Honey got the sugar and the spice

You're my type
Yeah that's right
You're my type
Ya just my type

You're my type
Yeah that's right
You're my type
Ya just my type

You better stop that girl
You can't top that girl
Tryna rock that girl

Shoes, smooth, relaxing
Another glass of champagne, I ain't asking
Another Good girl grown into the baddest
Good lord, where the Baptist
Made it through the Saturday
Sunday morning need a pastor
Skin like Johnson no magic
Heels high, Calabasas
Long legs, like a red light stopping all traffic


You're my type
Yeah that's right
You're my type
Ya just my type

You're my type
Yeah that's right
You're my type
Ya just my type

Now put ya glass up high
If ya holding drink
Dance with ya tribe
If you roll with a team
Hands to the sky
If ya know what I mean
Know what I mean
Know what I mean

Put ya hands up high
If ya holding drink
Dance with ya tribe
If you roll with a team
Hands to the sky
If ya know what I mean
Know what I mean
Know what I mean
Damn right
Know what I mean

You're my type
Yeah that's right
You're my type
Ya just my type
(Can't go wrong)

You're my type
Yeah that's right
You're my type
Ya just my type
(Can't go wrong)
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My Type

Yeah my type sheesh
Yeah, that's right

Sheesh
I like it how ya talk to me
Swagger so sassy
But she keep it classy

Summer sun got it hot as Tallahassee
Southern bell out west ain't going east
Running things, like a relay at a track meet
Good sport like an athlete (ha)

'Cause she smooth
Baby got the moves
And she nice
Honey got the sugar and the spice

You're my type
Yeah that's right
You're my type
Ya just my type

You're my type
Yeah that's right
You're my type
Ya just my type

You better stop that girl
You can't top that girl
Tryna rock that girl

Shoes, smooth, relaxing
Another glass of champagne, I ain't asking
Another Good girl grown into the baddest
Good lord, where the Baptist
Made it through the Saturday
Sunday morning need a pastor
Skin like Johnson no magic
Heels high, Calabasas
Long legs, like a red light stopping all traffic


You're my type
Yeah that's right
You're my type
Ya just my type

You're my type
Yeah that's right
You're my type
Ya just my type

Now put ya glass up high
If ya holding drink
Dance with ya tribe
If you roll with a team
Hands to the sky
If ya know what I mean
Know what I mean
Know what I mean

Put ya hands up high
If ya holding drink
Dance with ya tribe
If you roll with a team
Hands to the sky
If ya know what I mean
Know what I mean
Know what I mean
Damn right
Know what I mean

You're my type
Yeah that's right
You're my type
Ya just my type
(Can't go wrong)

You're my type
Yeah that's right
You're my type
Ya just my type
(Can't go wrong)
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Writer: DANIEL WHITTEMORE, MIA WARING
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