typa girl lyrics - wannabe itzy lyrics

Typa girl you wanna wife up, sign the pre′ I bring money to the table, not your dinner Both my body and my bank account, good figure Thinking 'bout me, but there's nothing to consider If I let you in my circle, you a winner Didn′t know that you were cold ′til you felt my fire Heaven's gate just opened up, hearing choirs If you saying something. avenged sevenfold dear god lyrics