Typa Way Lyrics

Artist: Lil Wayne (Feat T.I.)
Mixtape: Dedication 5
Year: 2013

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[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Uh, my niggas been stuntin’ since way back when
CNN, I got news for you haters
I’m a nasty ass nigga, ask your bitch I ain’t lying
69, that’s a favor for a favor
Them hoes bitin’ they lip, cause when I say shit like that she feel some type of way
I hit it from the front, from the side, from the back, I hit it all type of ways
She throw it at me like I’m just one strike away
Sometimes life is hard to swallow, but she like the taste
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, my lawyer fight the case
I got them flowers in me, I feel like a vase
Monsters in my closet, no more closet space
Niggas wanna be this fly, too many flights to take
Enough with the small talk, my girl pussy is a waterpark
Every little thing I do turn her on, that’s auto-start
I kiss every single body part, her body is a work of art
I’m way too high, her skirt too short
I think I love her, it was just a thought
I pop up in that Coupe ’bout to go back to the future
And she said: “Tune, not in my mouth”. Damn, you should’ve said it sooner
I be shittin’ on these niggas, like I’m sippin’ Metamucil
And we smokin’ on that gas, pass it like “excuse you”
And it’s 6-6-duece, Piru all day my nigga
Before these niggas play with us, they’ll play dead my nigga
And if you lookin’ for me I’ll be on these bitches mind
These niggas chicken and I’ve never seen a chicken fly
My bitch been fussin’ at me about nothin’
Ain’t no tellin’ what she’d do if I replace her
Like bay I’m straight, there’s plenty fish and I’m bait
We can’t even have a decent conversation
I pop the seal on my sip
And she be like: “see, you gon’ drink your life away”
Bitch it’s my life, my life, my life, shout out Mary J
And tell them boys that beef tastes like a slice of cake
And old folks get shot too, they write down license plates
I hope that hoe don’t call sayin’ her cycle late
All this fuckin’ gotta stop, but I need tighter brakes
And don’t run from this dick girl, I don’t like to chase
I wax that ass, she make that Mr. Miyagi face
And she ain’t all that pretty, but I like her shape
They say numbers don’t lie, she shaped like a 8
She say she ain’t no dyke, but she gon’ dyke today
It’s curtains for these niggas, I feel like some drapes
We turnt up niggas, burnt up, stop the microwave
This shit might cost us our life, but that’s the price we pay
I’m hotter than the peppers Peter Piper ate
This that Dedication 5, what up five? Uh

[Verse 2 - T.I.]
Ay Tune, I gotta turn up on the D5 man
Hustle Gang bang green, man anybody get it
Anything we’ll do for the paper
And we live this shit, talk slick get killed
Got nothin’ but a tool for a hater, spent 100K on my wrist nigga
This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do)
Your hoe be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your hoe)
This car I’m drivin’ make you feel some type of way (they can’t afford this nigga)
This cash I get, it make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us)
Some type of way, know you feel some type of way (Hustle Gang my nigga)
Your shit ain’t hot, we out here poppin’ that’s all I can say (G.D.O.D.)
My only problem is tryin’ to decide what I’mma drive today (Hustle Gang my nigga)
We shine all in they face, I know they feel some type of way
I wake up in a multi-million dollar crib, get dressed, I plan on having a nicer day
Why these punk ass rappers keep my name in they mouth, like they some type of gay
Ay, you know me dog, so watch what you say
Cause we ain’t playing no games with your lame ass nigga, fuck-boy you can die today (I swear you can)
I keep a chopper in my backseat, actually it’s my Glock partner
Play crazy if you want to, fuck around and get shot partner (you can get shot partner)
I don’t like these niggas, and really fuck these niggas
Talk crazy in ya raps if you want, when you see me you won’t touch me nigga
I’mma ball all around in my flip flop, think TIP soft? Well then why don’t you try me?
If you really gon’ be dramatic, we gon’ to need some music, they queuein’ the violin
I’m talkin’ slow singer, flower bringer
Empty a clip to your earring, and your chest thing, and you out the door
I hope he don’t feel a way no more
This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do)
Your hoe be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your hoe)
This car I’m driving make you feel some type of way (they can’t afford this nigga)
This cash I get, it make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us)
Some type of way, know you feel some type of way (Hustle Gang my nigga)
Your shit ain’t hot, we out here poppin’ that’s all I can say (G.D.O.D.)
My only problem is tryin’ to decide what I’mma drive today (Hustle Gang my nigga)
We shine all in they face, I know they feel some type of way

[Outro - T.I.]
Ay man, make no mistake about it partner
T.I.P man, I will get it done nigga, no matter what homeboy
Bank rolls are up, bank roll mafia, you understand that?
Yeah, in God we trust, it’s alright whatever partner
Hustle Gang bang green man
That’s my spill nigga
You don’t like it? Do something about it

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