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Jay Montana - Typa Week Remix Lyrics

Typa Week (Remix) Lyrics[Intro: Jay Montana]
A nigga just wanna be the next thing smokin'
(Smoke, Smoke)
Bet

[Chorus: Jay Montana]
Yeah, me and Lu sold fifty bags, guess it's just that type of week (Type of week)
Anywhere they at, it's gon' go down, yeah, that's my type of beef (My type of beef)
Ain't have to put her on, she came pressure, that's my type of bitch (My type of bitch)
You like, "She ain't the type to fuck first night," but I'm the type to hit (Yeah, yeah)
Be the next pack in the air, I'm a GOAT, can't hit her bare (Yeah, yeah)
I heard niggas want me in the grave, I tell 'em meet me there (Ayy, meet me there)
We hit one of y'all, no 12 involved so we can keep it fair (Don't get involved)
I done went and smashed her off them Percs, she tryna keep me there

[Verse 1: Jay Montana]
One ho asked me 'bout another ho, she must be laced, yeah
And that lil' dude they cryin' 'bout, tuh, he gettin' faced, yeah
Kick my feet up, SRT truck, tell 'em speak up, no, tell 'em keep up
Black eye, know they block get beat up, I'm backseat, tell 'em let the seat up (Hrrt, hrrt)
Niggas talk that trap shit for an image, niggas fakin'
Probably would be up and have a bag if you wasn't always cakin'
Don't like me flexin'? Nigga, take it, but I hope you can take what come with that
I'm in that field more than a running back, could say whatever and they gon' run with that
Buy you Gallery, that's if you do right, don't take no pictures
And that lil' shit that you done spent on clothes, I probably spent on rentals
I spent my show money on pistols, I got more lead than a pencil
I was out hittin' licks on cars when they threw parties at The Temple

[Chorus: Jay Montana]
Yeah, me and Lu sold fifty bags (Bags), guess it's just that type of week (Type of week)
Anywhere they at, it's gon' go down, yeah, that's my type of beef (Type of beef)
Ain't have to put her on, she came pressure, that's my type of bitch (My type of bitch)
You like, "She ain't the type to fuck first night," but I'm the type to hit
Be the next pack in the air, I'm a GOAT, can't hit her bare (Can't hit her bare)
I heard niggas want me in the grave, I tell 'em meet me there (Ayy, meet me there)
We hit one of y'all, no 12 involved so we can keep it fair (No 12 involved)
I done went and smashed her off them Percs, she tryna keep me there

[Verse 2: YTB Fatt]
I told a killer get near, frrt, tap that bitch out the rear
Tuh, I got the drop, get in gear, finna bump down every day of the year, frrt
I threw a mansion party, I made a hundred bad bitches get near
Stuck my Rollie in the air, showin' God how it's hittin' and sayin', "I'm here," woo
Nominate me for Loaf of the year
Bossed her up and turned the bitch to a queer
Foxes, first rule, up off the hip
In Mobile, bad bitches sayin' I'm him
Cadillac, beep-beep, bitch came trim, tuh
You know what I'ma do when I see him, huh
Every nigga I'm with aim good, they shootin' stats above the rim
Bad bitch put on my jewelry, huh, make a ho put on my sneaks, tuh
Hundred 'bows came in at two-seventy-five, flushed at three
I had the hood Foxes 'cross the street, six hundred thousand on six Trackhawk Jeeps, huh
It's a hundred bitches in this room and it's just me and Speak, Loaf

[Chorus: Jay Montana]
Yeah, me and Lu sold fifty bags (Bags), guess it's just that type of week (Type of week)
Anywhere they at, it's gon' go down, yeah, that's my type of beef (Type of beef)
Ain't have to put her on, she came pressure, that's my type of bitch (My type of bitch)
You like, "She ain't the type to fuck first night," but I'm the type to hit
Be the next pack in the air, I'm a GOAT, can't hit her bare (Can't hit her bare)
I heard niggas want me in the grave, I tell 'em meet me there (Ayy, meet me there)
We hit one of y'all, no 12 involved so we can keep it fair (No 12 involved)
I done went and smashed her off them Percs, she tryna keep me there