I'm That Type of Bull

You're the type of bull that can't control your girl

You try her love with that material shit

I'm the type of bull that pull up on the scene

And gets the line, you know what I mean

You're the type of bull that tells her, "Stay inside"

While your bitchass steady cappin in front of your manz' ride 

I'm that type of bull that comes when you leave

I'm doing your girlfriend, that's somethin you can't believe

I'm that type of bull
I'm that type of bull
I'm that type of bull
I'm that type of bull

You're the type of bull that gets suspicious asf
I'm the type of bull that says, "The cake' is delicious"
You're the type of bull that has a deer in the highlights complex
That a sneaky, freaky brudda, which his bum ass' sneakin' in from the rear
I'm the type of bull to eat it, when he won't
And lick you in the places that your boyfriend don't
You're the type of bull to try to call me a punk
Not knowin' that your main girl's bitin' my Ernest McGregor
I'm the type of bull that loves a dedicated and beautiful lady
Their boyfriends are boring and a dud like , and I can drive 'em crazy
You're the type of bull to give her money to shop
She gave me a sweater. Thank you, baby-girl

I'm that type of bull
I'm that type of bull
I'm that type of bull
I'm that type of bull

I'm the type of bull that picks her up from work early and
Takes her to breakfast, lunch, dinner, and breakfast
You're the type of bull eatin' a TV dinner
Talkin 'bout... "Goddamn it, I'ma kill her"
I'm the type of bull to make her say, "Why you cappin', B?"
You're the type of bull to say, "My lower back is killin' me"
Catch my drift?
You're the type of bull that likes to drink Olde English
I'm the type of bull to cold pour 'n pamper
You're the type of bull to say, "What you talkin' 'bout?"
I'm the type of bull to leave my drawers in your hamper

I'm that type of bull

I'm that type of bull

I'm that type of bull

I'm that type of bull

Check it out....

T-y-p-e b-u-l-l
I'm that type of bull to give you a pound and wink my eye
Like a bandit, caught me redhanded, took her for granted
But when I screwed her, you couldn't understand it
Cause you're the type of bull that don't know the time
Swearin' up and down, "That girl's all mine"
I'm the type of bull to let you keep believin' it
Go 'head to work, while I defrost it, and season it

I'm that type of bull

I'm that type of bull

I'm that type of bull

I'm that type of bull

"Sooooooo Ludacris"