New Type Lyrics by Summer Walker, Childish Gambino is latest English song voiced by them, its music is given by Jay Versace, Larry Lambert, Remey Williams, STOX, Jah Whittingham. Brand new lyrics of New Type song is written by Summer Walker, Childish Gambino, STOX, Jah Whittingham, Jay Versace, Larry Lambert, Remey Williams. This is a popular song and people of USA love this track. If you find any mistake in it please don’t hesitate to send us correct lyrics using contact us section. It will help us to improve quality of our content.
New Type Song Detail
| Song Title | New Type |
| Singer(s) | Summer Walker, Childish Gambino |
| Musician(s) | Jay Versace, Larry Lambert, Remey Williams, STOX, Jah Whittingham |
| Lyricist(s) | Summer Walker, Childish Gambino, STOX, Jah Whittingham, Jay Versace, Larry Lambert, Remey Williams |
[Lyrics of New Type by Summer Walker]
I’m feeling on these silk sheets
And I’m feeling up these silk sheets
With legs (legs) hips (hips)
Thighs (thighs) ass (ass)
I’m feeling on these silk sheets
Oh I’m feeling so alone
Wish I had a man to make me whole whole
Turn this big a*s house into a home home
And I I’m watching my cellphone ring
Watching my shit light up
I got hood n!ggas blowing me up I
I I I I I
Not tonight tonight tonight
I got a new type new type new type
New type
Trick daddy looking motherf*cker
Swear ‘fore god I never wanna see another
Hoes on the top on the bottom way up under
Arguing on the phone with your ugly baby mother
Sleeping on the couch of the house of your mother (no)
You can’t live with me so won’t you try and find another?
Fu*king round with me you gon’ end up on your own
Have your stuff out on the street won’t you go and call tyrone-rone?
I know I’m ugly but I’m interesting you know I’m flirting with ya (oh)
You want the perfect picture no filter simple living
Simping always listen guilt him so there’s no suspicion
Low ambition wanna live his life without my bm in my dm saying do you miss him
I show up with a happy meal your attitude ain’t happy
You tell my son his daddy broke he hear you laughing at me
(nigga get the fu*k outta here with that broke a*s mcdonald’s)
I’m from around the way your cousin went to abernathy
I knew you when your wig ain’t had no lace I loved you nappy
Girl now why you capping? that a*s ain’t yours
I can’t afford I’m waiting on my taxes
But you look good been on your erykah I drive through texas
You said to call tyrone you know they booked him in january
I’m doing 9 to 5 he wanna eat off my commissary
You want me doing life I’m not the type to wife
And call me trifling but I ain’t no
Trick daddy looking motherf*cker
Swear ‘fore god I never wanna see another
Hoes on the top on the bottom way up under
Arguing on the phone with your ugly baby mother (no)
Sleeping on the couch of the house of your mother
You can’t live with me so won’t you try and find another?
Fu*king round with me you gon’ end up on your own
Have your stuff out on the street won’t you go and call tyrone-rone?
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