ro – thats the type of nigga i am lyrics – z

“thats the type of n*gg* i am”

[verse 1:]
every morning i wake up i start my day off wrong firing up that kush before i even put my clothes on
load my glock 40 before i even wash my face i do these types of things so i won’t be a murder case
when i’m rollin in my ride there be a look on my face so cold starin at your *ss so hard i
can see straight through to your soul
ain’t no tellin when somebody tryna get me for my riches i used to leave em’ in stiches now i leave they *ss in ditches
i don’t love b*tchs i don’t love n*gg*s i don’t love nothing it’s gonna take my momma comin back from the grave for me to love sumthin
i let my temper get the best of me and go off for no reason this is the beginning of kickin in your door season
i met a couple n*gg*s in jail they were all screamin they were real but joseph was the only one i could feel
you don’t like it call the law f*ck you hoes i don’t give a d*mn i’ll knock yo b*tch *ss out and that’s the type of n*gg* i am

[hook:]
n.i.g.g.a i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that’s the type of n*gg* i am
n.i.g.g.a i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that’s the type of n*gg* i am
n.i.g.g.a i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that’s the type of n*gg* i am
n.i.g.g.a tell me who gon f*ck around with joseph wayne mcvey

[verse 2:]
alot of n*gg*s mumble under there breath about what they gon do running up on z-ro the crooked is what they won’t do
yea i’m cool, calm, and colletive but i ain’t got it all that’s why i go from how you doing to f*ck all ya’ll
my att*tude is rude enough to be a crooked cop but there ain’t no red or blue lights flashin on the top of my drop top
i’m a gangsta and i spit nuttin but gangsta sh*t that’s comin from a 5 deuce hover gangsta crip
bangin street milatary, point blank and klondike kat the sh*t they were talkin about i grew up just like that
my hood was full of thugs, money, guns, and dope finding my stomach full of liquor my lungs full of smoke
i had a pocket full of stones out there chasin that money and once i got it i’d be d*mn if somebody could take it from me
run on up and i’m a dump untill the trigga jam motherf*cker you better realize that’s the type of n*gg* i am

[hook:]
n.i.g.g.a i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that’s the type of n*gg* i am
n.i.g.g.a i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that’s the type of n*gg* i am
n.i.g.g.a i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that’s the type of n*gg* i am
n.i.g.g.a tell me who gon f*ck around with joseph wayne mcvey

[verse 3:]
the king of the ghetto ain’t no punk m*th*f*cka i’ll open my hand and slap m*th*f*cka guess they shouldn’t have been stupid *ss dumb m*th*f*cka n*gg* don’t p*ss me off unless you ready to run m*th*f*cka
and fellas just be running off at the mouth like hoes but in reality your faker then a foot with four big toes
but me i’m a shoot it up and shut it down straight like that keep blowing combinations untill you can’t fight back
from the city where everybody go for broke it’s so crucial i can be murdered by one of my own locs
h*ll naw you can’t roll with me i roll alone ain’t no use in calling me either i can’t seem to hear my phone
f*ck the promoter cause he ain’t tryna pay me what i’m worth i’ll run away with his deposit and there won’t be a concert (haha)
free fairo my n*gg* doing 50 agravated in the slame my criminal record show that’s were the type of n*gg* i am

[hook:]
n.i.g.g.a i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that’s the type of n*gg* i am
n.i.g.g.a i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that’s the type of n*gg* i am
n.i.g.g.a i’m a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that’s the type of n*gg* i am
n.i.g.g.a tell me who gon f*ck around with joseph wayne mcvey

/ z lyrics