Type Shit Songtext
von Jay Webb

She got some Gucci on her purse, but she ain′t got a dollar in it
Her boots ain't ever seen the dirt, but damn it, she gets dirty in ′em
She got that backwood liquor, smokin' Swisher, smilin' in her mugshot picture
Think she crazy? Meet her sister (crazy) as an ugly stripper
Pistol in her F-150, bites the can to shotgun with me
She on that ride until the tires fall off

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Southern drawl, type shit (type shit, type shit)
Light a Pall Mall, type shit (type shit, type shit)
Grain alcohol, type shit (type shit, type shit)
Homegrown, type shit (type shit, type shit, type shit)
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I′m on that I′ma take her home, type shit (type shit, type shit, type shit) type shit

She's into drinkin′ 'til it′s gone
But she ain't into hangin′ over
She knows her daddy raised her wrong
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 rode me like a rodeo
We let all them neighbors know, yee-haw, dose-do, type shit (type shit, type shit)

Southern drawl, type shit (type shit, type shit)
Light a Pall Mall, type shit (type shit, type shit)
Grain alcohol, type shit (type shit, type shit)
Homegrown, type shit (type shit, type shit, type shit), type shit (type shit)
I′m on that I′ma take her home, type shit (type shit, type shit, type shit), type shit

Yeah, she wants another round, she ain't ever slowin′ down
You gon' have to kick her out when she′s shuttin' down the town
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Yeah, she wants another round, she ain′t ever slowin' down
You gon' have to kick her out when she′s shuttin′ down the town
Type shit (type shit, type shit, type shit)
Type shit (type shit, type shit, type shit)