Artist: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama f/ T.I.
Album:  Dedication 5
Song:   Typa Way
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Intro: DJ Drama]
I mean if I was you I'd feel some type of way too
Like dang, why does he keep winnin' yet again?!
He still on all the biggest mixtapes~!
When's it gonna stop?!

[Lil Wayne]
My niggas been stuntin' since way back when
CNN, I got news for you haters
I'm a nasty ass nigga, ask your bitch, I ain't lyin'
69, that's a favor for a favor
Them hoes bitin' they lip, cause when I say shit like that, she feel some type of way
I hit it from the front, from the side, from the back, I hit it all type of ways
She throw it at me like I'm just one strike away
Sometimes life is hard to swallow but she like to taste
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, my lawyer fight the case
I got them flowers in me, I feel like a vase
Monsters in my closet, no more closet space
Niggas want to be this fly, too many flights to take
Enough with the small talk, my girl pussy is a waterpark
Every little thing I do turn her on -- that's autostart
I kiss every single body part, her body is a work of art
I'm way too high, her skirt too short, I think I love her, it was just a thought
I pop up in that coupe 'bout to go back to the future
And she said "Tune, not in my mouth" damn, you should've said it sooner
I be shittin' on these niggas like I'm sippin' Metamucil
And we smokin' on that gas, pass it like "excuse you"
And it's, 6-6-2's Piru all day my nigga
Before these niggas play with us, they'll play dead my nigga
And if you lookin' for me, I'll be on these bitches' mind
These niggas chicken and I've never seen a chicken fly

My bitch been fussin' at me about nothin'
Ain't no tellin' what she'd do if I replace her
Like bae, I'm straight, there's plenty fish and I'm bait
We can't even have a decent conversation
I pop the seal on my sip, and she be like "See you gon' drink your life away"
Bitch it's +My Life+, +My Life+, +My Life+, shout out Mary J.
And tell them boys that beef tastes like a slice of cake
And old folks get shot too, they write down license plates
I hope that hoe don't call sayin' her cycle late
All this fuckin' gotta stop but I need tighter brakes
And don't run from this dick girl, I don't like to chase
I wax that ass, she make that Mr. Miyagi face
And she ain't all that pretty but I like her shape
They say numbers don't lie, she shaped like a eight
She say she ain't no dyke but she gon' dyke today
It's curtains for these niggas, I feel like some drapes
We turnt up niggas, burnt up, stop the microwave
This shit might cost us our life but that's the price we pay
I'm hotter than the peppers Peter Piper ate
This that Dedication 5, whattup five? Uhh

[T.I.]
Ay Tune, I gotta turn up on the D5 man!

Hustle Gang bang green mean anybody get it
Anything we'll do for the paper
And we live this shit, talk slick, get killed
Got nothin' but a tool for a hater

[Chorus: T.I.]
Spent 100K on my wrist nigga!
This flooded Rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do!)
Your hoe be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your hoe!)
The car I'm drivin' make you feel some type of way (They can't afford this, nigga!)
The cash I gettin' make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!)
This type of way, know you feel some type of way (Hustle Gang, my nigga!)
That shit ain't hot, we out here poppin', that's all I can say (G.D.O.D!)
My only problem is tryin' to decide what I'm a drive today (Hustle Gang, my nigga!)
We shine all in they face, I know they feel some type of way (hey, hey, hey!)

[T.I.]
I wake up in a multi-million dollar crib, get dressed, I plan on havin' a nicer day (I swear I do)
When these punk ass rappers keep my name in they mouth like they some type of gay (goddamn, my nigga)
Ay, you know me dawg (you know me nigga) so watch what you say (You better watch your mouth!)
We ain't playin' no games with your lame ass nigga, fuckboy you can die today (I swear you can!)
I keep a chopper in my backseat, actually it's my Glock partner (my Glock partner!)
Play crazy if you want to, fuck around and get shot partner (get shot partner!)
I don't like these niggas (I don't like these niggas!) and really fuck these niggas (really fuck these niggas!)
Talk crazy in ya raps if you want, when you see me, you won't touch me, nigga! (won't touch me, nigga!)
I ball all around in my flip flop, you think Tip soft? Well then why don't you try me? (come try me!)
If you really gon' be dramatic, we gon' to need some music, they queuein' the violin
I'm talkin' slow singin', flower bringin', empty a clip in you earring
And you chest sting and you out the door - I hope he don't feel no way no more

[Chorus]

[Outro: T.I.]
Ay man, make no mistake about it, partner
TIP, I will get it done nigga, no matter what homeboy
Bankrolls-R-Us, Bankroll Mafia, ya understand that?
Yeah, in God we trust, it's aight, whattup partner?
Hustle Gang bang green man, that's my spiel nigga
If you don't like it, do something about it