Type Shit Lyrics by Jay Webb
She got some Gucci on her purse
But she ain’t got a dollar in it
Her boots ain’t never seen the dirt
But damn it she gets dirty in ’em
She got that backwood licker
Smoking swish, we’re smiling in her mugshot picture
Think she crazy, need her sister (crazy)
Has an ugly stripper pistol in her
F-150, bought some Kansas shotgun with me
She on that ride until the tires fall off
Type shit
Southern drawl
Type shit
Lot of Paul Maul
Type shit
Grain alcohol
Type shit
Homegrown
Type shit
Type shit
I’m on it, I’ma take her home
Type shit
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She’s in a drink until it’s gone
But she ain’t into hanging over
She knows her daddy raised her own
That’s why you never see her sober
She on that if she wants it she can get it start her up
She’ll never quit it badder than the baddest bitches (damn)
Switch positions midnight on the patio
She roll me like a rodeo
We let all the neighbors know
We all do-si-do, type shit
Southern drawl
Type shit
Lot of Paul Maul
Type shit
Grain alcohol
Type shit
Homegrown
Type shit
Type shit
I’m on it, I’ma take her home
Type shit
Type shit
Yes, she wants another round, she ain’t ever slowing down
You won’t have to kick her out when she’s shutting downtown
Type shit
Type shit
Yes, she wants another round, she ain’t ever slowing down
You won’t have to kick her out when she’s shutting downtown
Type shit
Type shit