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P-EZY - What's Your Type (feat. Azazus) Lyrics



P-EZY - What's Your Type (feat. Azazus) Lyrics




[ Featuring Azazus ]

She gave me cold feet
Come on over then we can go deep
Beating it up red and blue, ain't talking police
Draining my soul, no Geto vibes, she get protein
I need a Jennifer or Megan, that's a pro team
Don't speak
Come and dine, she take it white like she a dope fiend
My type like Fanta lite, fizzy low-key
Castillo, I stay shining, give me gold teeth
My ting start to go crazy from the cold drink
Think I might take her to the Maldives
Dip in that ocean, catch a vibe, get that pole deep
Switch it up, I make it clap and she on both knees
Flash to black when I hit it, we make our own scene
She goin react, no cap, somebody call Dean
She going mad, she act like she on codeine
She gotta calm down, she know where I'm goin be
Back to back on a track with my broski
Double the trouble, we flow like Todo and Yuji
I'm supernatural, she gonna need New Jeans
We getting practical, she an animal till she get moody
And we ain't blaming the mood swings
She getting so high, she gonna have to get new wings
I make it recline whenever she tryna seduce me
The brain so big, yet she pushing it too deep
She spin around and drop it, not like those in the 2D
She don't want a new thing, she choose me

So what's your type?
I ain't tryna see you with some other guy
So baby, tell me
What's your type?
If it's me, let me come and stay the night
So tell me

What's your, what's your
What's your type? Aye
What's your, what's your
What's your type? Aye
What's your, what's your
What's your type? Aye
What's your, what's your
What's your type? Aye

Lotta women in my ear, but you is the first that's askin'
What's yo type?
Need a tall thick b****, Megan Thee Stallion
Inumaki with the verses, I don't need to drop an album
I drop it then she dropped down got her eagle on while I falcon
When I grip it, transform just like I'm Mahito
Oh, she throwin' it!
My partners are yellin' out that's my...(Mmm-Mmm)
Brought her friends and that's cool
But them hoes better check their ego
We switch positions when I clap like I'm tryna kill a mosquito
And she know that I know that she know
She wouldn't give a second thought about me
If I wasn't on Vevo
Wrong Anime, but I copped some rocks
Now they watching me EVO
Two-hand twist expanded like a domain
Everytime that time that girl deep throat
And now she askin', "Will I worship it?"
She heard the claps from this song
And then lil shawty got to twerkin' it
Her technique perfect
How she throw it back and reversing it
Stand-up mirror rehearsing it
I crush it like there's a curse in it
Black card... Fast cash
When I swipe that, that's a black flash
Now they mad htye gotta see my black a**
When I pop in like, "Where the cash at?"
I hear applause, where the a** at?
She wanna show me assets
She wanna give me access
Don't think that I can pass that
So I'm runnin' through her mind like an athlete, brother
I feel sorry for whoever going after me, brother
Azazus and P-EZY?
Mmm, that's that heat brother
I don't know bout you, but she make it clap for me, brother

So what's your type?
I ain't tryna see you with some other guy
So baby, tell me
What's your type?
If it's me, let me come and stay the night
So tell me

What's your, what's your
What's your type? Aye
What's your, what's your
What's your type? Aye
What's your, what's your
What's your type? Aye
What's your, what's your
What's your type? Aye
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She gave me cold feet
Come on over then we can go deep
Beating it up red and blue, ain't talking police
Draining my soul, no Geto vibes, she get protein
I need a Jennifer or Megan, that's a pro team
Don't speak
Come and dine, she take it white like she a dope fiend
My type like Fanta lite, fizzy low-key
Castillo, I stay shining, give me gold teeth
My ting start to go crazy from the cold drink
Think I might take her to the Maldives
Dip in that ocean, catch a vibe, get that pole deep
Switch it up, I make it clap and she on both knees
Flash to black when I hit it, we make our own scene
She goin react, no cap, somebody call Dean
She going mad, she act like she on codeine
She gotta calm down, she know where I'm goin be
Back to back on a track with my broski
Double the trouble, we flow like Todo and Yuji
I'm supernatural, she gonna need New Jeans
We getting practical, she an animal till she get moody
And we ain't blaming the mood swings
She getting so high, she gonna have to get new wings
I make it recline whenever she tryna seduce me
The brain so big, yet she pushing it too deep
She spin around and drop it, not like those in the 2D
She don't want a new thing, she choose me

So what's your type?
I ain't tryna see you with some other guy
So baby, tell me
What's your type?
If it's me, let me come and stay the night
So tell me

What's your, what's your
What's your type? Aye
What's your, what's your
What's your type? Aye
What's your, what's your
What's your type? Aye
What's your, what's your
What's your type? Aye

Lotta women in my ear, but you is the first that's askin'
What's yo type?
Need a tall thick b****, Megan Thee Stallion
Inumaki with the verses, I don't need to drop an album
I drop it then she dropped down got her eagle on while I falcon
When I grip it, transform just like I'm Mahito
Oh, she throwin' it!
My partners are yellin' out that's my...(Mmm-Mmm)
Brought her friends and that's cool
But them hoes better check their ego
We switch positions when I clap like I'm tryna kill a mosquito
And she know that I know that she know
She wouldn't give a second thought about me
If I wasn't on Vevo
Wrong Anime, but I copped some rocks
Now they watching me EVO
Two-hand twist expanded like a domain
Everytime that time that girl deep throat
And now she askin', "Will I worship it?"
She heard the claps from this song
And then lil shawty got to twerkin' it
Her technique perfect
How she throw it back and reversing it
Stand-up mirror rehearsing it
I crush it like there's a curse in it
Black card... Fast cash
When I swipe that, that's a black flash
Now they mad htye gotta see my black a**
When I pop in like, "Where the cash at?"
I hear applause, where the a** at?
She wanna show me assets
She wanna give me access
Don't think that I can pass that
So I'm runnin' through her mind like an athlete, brother
I feel sorry for whoever going after me, brother
Azazus and P-EZY?
Mmm, that's that heat brother
I don't know bout you, but she make it clap for me, brother

So what's your type?
I ain't tryna see you with some other guy
So baby, tell me
What's your type?
If it's me, let me come and stay the night
So tell me

What's your, what's your
What's your type? Aye
What's your, what's your
What's your type? Aye
What's your, what's your
What's your type? Aye
What's your, what's your
What's your type? Aye
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Writer: Philemon Elu, Dennis Walton
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC

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