Kind of Girl

[Intro]

You are just the kind of girl, I always wanted

When I was a little boy, thinkin’ of being grown

Now that I’m a man, you come along

And I cannot let you go

‘Cause I-I want you for a very long time (La musica de Harry Fraud)

And so I said-

[Verse 1: French Montana & Swae Lee]

Talkin’ mills', I got 6 cash (Woo)

Slick rick chain, mink drag

Pockets polka like Kim ass

My garage like Six Flags  (Woo)

Flip work like gym class

Praise due, to the highers

Six sittin’ all unbiased (Woo)

Drug dealers was the heroes, preachers was the liars

Can’t deny us, got the ladder fitted hinges

My lawyer Jewish-born Muslim, shoes Christian (Woo)

The visioneers, in deep water with no fishing gears

Sellin’ drеams I was missin’ ears

That’s why my nigga Max missin’ years (Woo)

My hollywood thing said she lovеd me, kinda cold

I don’t believe her, she a actress, 10 Golden Globes

But I’mma do her, fuck (Woo)

I’mma hit and duck

She tryna kiss in public, I bought y'all the lux

Now they don’t love us, that’s why we on the covers (Woo)

Floor by the buzzers, stars wanna cuff us

[Break]

You are just the kind of girl, I always wanted

When I was a little boy, thinkin’ of being grown

Now that I’m a man, you come along

And I cannot let you go

‘Cause I-I want you for a very long time

And so I said-

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & Swae Lee]

In hindsight, in retrospect (Woo)

Man, I wasn’t respecting nothin’ less, what the hell do you expect?

Uh, so accept, what you manifest (Woo)

Man, it’s funny how they switch on me

Now niggas wanna [***] on me

Oh man, money loaded in ya big homie (Woo)

Other stars see me and they wish on me

Niggas feel some typa way like Rich Homie

Vintage everyday like a Smithsonian (Woo)

Kicks sick, not sock conies (You are-)

It get ugly, number 6 Kobe’s (Woo)

Plus, niggas got the fifth on me

From the school of hard-knocks and half-knots (Woo)

Practice just to slap-box, more sticks than a match box, nigga

Blow piff when the cops pass, nigga (Woo)

My lil’ homie got rich off credit cards and laptops, nigga

Rich way before I had guap (Woo)

Still Flacko Jodye from the back block nigga, yeah (I’m a fly bitch)

[Break]

You are just the kind of girl, I always wanted

When I was a little boy, thinkin’ of being grown

Now that I’m a man, you come along

And I cannot let you go

‘Cause I-I want you for a very long time

And so I said-

[Outro: Swae Lee]

I feel your soul, your lost desires (Woo)

Oh, you need my life, you’ll raise a riot (Woo)

Oh, these drugs, they got me floating, oh (Woo)

Oh, your love has got me floating, oh (Woo, you are-)

I feel your soul, your lost desires, oh (Woo)

I feel your waves, you’ll raise a riot, oh (Woo)

You know why I need your life, woah

Oh, you know why I feel your signs, oh