Typa Way Lyrics - Lil Wayne

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 to taste 

Dingdingdingdingding 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 want to be this fly, too many flights to take 

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Enough with the small talk, my girl pussy is a water-park 

Every little thing I do turn her on, that's autostart 

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 6-6-2's 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 bae, I'm straight there's plenty fish and I'm bait 

We can't even have a decent conversation 

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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 ho don't call sayin' her cycle late 

All this fucking 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, whattup 5? 

Ay Tune' I gotta turn up on the D5 man! 

Hustle Gang, bang, green mean, anybody get it 

Anything we'll do for the paper 

And we live this shit, talk slick get kill't 

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 ho be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your ho!) 

The car I'm drivin' make you feel some type of way (They can't afford this nigga!) 

The cash I gettin' make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!) 

This type of way, know you feel some type of way (Hustle Gang my nigga!) 

That 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 

When these punk ass rappers keep my name in they mouth, like they some type of gay 

You know me dog, so watch what you say (You better watch your mouth!) 

We ain't playing no games with your lame ass nigga, fuckboy you can die today (I swear you can!) 

I keep a chopper in my backseat, actually it's my Glock partner (My Glock, partner!) 

Play crazy if you want to, fuck around and get shot partner (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! (Won't touch me niggas!) 

Ball all around in my flip flop, you 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 talking slow singing, flower bringing 

Empty a clip in you earing, and you chest thing, and you out the door 

This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do!) 

Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your ho!) 

The car I'm driving make you feel some type of way (They can't afford this nigga!) 

The cash I get it make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!)