Lyrics: Sem dva
Music: Sem dva
Chorus: Bexey
I-I-I
Yeah you just keep slaying through the
Ni-i-ight
No try not to worry that you're
Mi-i-ine
Oh baby, baby
You're my type
Exactly what I like
Verse 1: Bexey
Mm, She a night-slayer
Razor all up in the Gucci Blazer
She got Co-Caine up on her septum ring
It don't phase her
She a heart-breaker
Got blood along, but if I can make her
But lover mine, baby let me come insi-i-ide
She don't text back to nobody
She don't let hands in the bunny hole
Unless it's bexey
Or one of them boys in GBC
Verse 2: Lil Peep
Touch down
New faces
Overseas I brought blue faces
Shoe cases, Shoe pace
My gold grills got her mind racin'
Pop pills in that Free Mason
Margiela? I'm drag racin'
Don't come if you ain't f*ckin'
I'm on drugs when I'm London
In public
On drugs and I'm in public
Chorus: Bexey
I-I-I
Yeah you just keep slaying through the
Ni-i-ight
No try not to worry that you're
Mi-i-ine
Oh baby, baby
You're my type
Exactly what I like