I'm That Type Of Guy Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Em]

[Verse 1]
[Em]You're the type of guy
that can't control your girl
[G]You try[Em] to buy her love with
diamonds and pearls
I'm the type of guy that shows
up on the scene
[Gm]And gets[Em] the seven digits,
you know [G]the routine
[Em]You're the type of guy that
tells her, "Stay inside"
While you're steady fronting
in your homeboy's ride
I'm the type of guy that comes
when you leave
I'm doing your girlfriend,
that's something you can't believe

[Verse 2]
Cause I'm that type of guy
[Em]You're the type of guy
that gets suspicious
[Gm]I'm [Em]the type of guy that says,
"The pudding is [G]delicious"
[Em]You're the type of guy that has no idea
[Gm]That [Em]a sneaky, freaky brother's
sneaking in from the [G]rear
[Em]I'm the type of guy to eat it,
when he won't
[Gm]And look[Em] in the places that your
boyfriend [G]don't
[Em]You're the type of guy
to try to call me a punk
[G]Now kno[Em]wing that your main
girl's biting my chunk
I'm the type of guy that
loves a dedicated lady
Their boyfriends are boring,
and I can drive em crazy
You're the type of guy to
give her money to shop
She gave me a sweater kiss thank you,
sweetheart

[Interlude 1]
I'm that type of guy
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[Em]

[Verse 3]
[Em]I'm the type of guy that picks
her up from work early
Takes her to breakfast, lunch,
dinner, and breakfast
You're the type of guy
eating a TV dinner
Talking about "Goddamn it,
I'ma kill her"
I'm the type of guy to make her say,
"Why you're illing, Bee?"
You're the type of guy to say,
"My lower back is killing me"
Catch my drift?
You're the type of guy that
likes to drink Olde English
I'm the type of guy to cold
put on a pamper
You're the type of guy to say,
"What you talking bout?"
I'm the type of guy to leave
my drawers in your hamper

[Verse 4]
I'm that type of guy
[Em]
I'm that type of guy
You know what I mean?

[Verse 5]
Check it out
[Em]T- y- p- e g- u- y
I'm that type of guy 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 guy that
don't know the time
Swearing up and down,
"That girl's all mine"
I'm the type of guy to let you
keep believing it
Go 'head to work, while I defrost it,
and season it

[Verse 6]
I'm that type of guy
[Em]I'm that type of guy
Know what I mean
I'm that type of guy
"So [C#]ridiculous"

[Interlude 2]
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[Verse 7]
[C#]So funny
I don't know
Come on [D]down[C#]
[D]Yeah
Like [Em]real [C#]cool[Bbm], you
[C#]know[D] what I mean?
I [C#]like just going to your [D]front
door ringing [C#]bells[D][C#]
[D]And [C#]just like,[D][C#]
ha, leave