Summer Walker — New Type (feat. Childish Gambino)

I’m feeling on these silk sheets And I’m filling up these silk sheets With legs, hips, thighs, ass Legs, hips, thighs, 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 ass house into a home Home And I I’m I’m watching my cell phone ring Watching my shit light up I got hood niggas blowing me up, I I I, I I, I Not tonight Tonight, tonight I gotta new type, new type, new type New type Trick daddy looking motherfucker 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 You can’t live with me so won’t you try and find another? Fucking 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 You want that 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 junior 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 fuck outta here with that broke ass McDonald’s I’m from around the way, your cousin went to Abernathy I knew you when your wig ain’t have no lace, I loved you nappy Girl, now why you cappin’? That ass ain’t yours, I can’t afford, I’m waitin’ 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 lookin’ motherfucker 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 You can’t live with me so won’t you try and find another? Fucking 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?