Lyrics

[Verse 1]
So if you like dro, and you like dough
You're my kind of people
You're my kind of people
And if yo good, I knew you would
You're my kind of people
You're my kind of people
[Verse 2]
My name is sugar spread sweet as a candy shop
Give valet the car, keys to the candy drop
Now gather round, y'all here comes a sight to see
Me and Menta come and kill 'em consecutively
[Verse 3]
I walk through the door, I don't even look at the line
Smoking pine, standing under the exit sign
Shorty greets me with a grin then she stars to grind
We're having big fun tell the sun starts to shine
[Verse 4]
So if you like dro, and you like dough
You're my kind of people
You're my kind of people
A little rock and roll, a whole lot of soul
You're my kind of people
You're my kind of people
[Verse 5]
We gon' drank good, smoke good, the interior is all oak wood
You know how me and my folks do it, it's A Town, we don't play around
Seven, eight Sevilles on ferris wheels, where it's at? There it is
Did you like that? Well then write back
In fact, wait a minute, I'll be right back
[Verse 6]
I'm back, what's up now? I done went and got my truck now
I'ma love you come good luck now, somebody else wanna **** now
Now you know Low with his cognac, he done been to the moon
Have you done that?
Get on in and let me show you the world
And you's my kind of people, girl
[Verse 7]
So if you like dro, and you like dough
You're my kind of people
You're my kind of people
And you if yo good, I knew you would
You're my kind of people
You're my kind of people
[Verse 8]
Now I can smell it, somebody put good green in the air
(Ain't nothin' better than some real good music)
And there's a lot of fine ass women everywhere
(Oh 'cause your eyes are just not  no good)
Ain't nothin' wrong with dancin' and drinkin' and havin' fun
(Girl get on the floor, put your back into it)
Why don't you take your dead ass home if you ain't having none?
(Don't just stand around and watch us do it)
[Verse 9]
So if you like dro, and you like dough
You're my kind of people
You're my kind of people
A little rock and roll, a whole lot of soul
You're my kind of people
You're my kind of people
Written by: Thomas Callaway
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