Yeah, yeah Ain't going back and forth with no nigga I ain't the type (Ced did this ho) Ain't going back and forth with no nigga, you know I ain't the type (Nj stepping harder) Yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't going back and forth with no nigga, uh-uh, I ain't the type I'd rather fuck that ho friend 'cause she ain't my type Disrespectful street nigga, you know I'm the type Don't make a move without my gun, you know I ain't the type
Walk in the club with all my diamonds on Just blew a bag because my money long This thirsty bitch, she think she coming home Ksoo leave her 'lone He wanna fuck and get her gonе She better not rеcord me on that phone I don't like pictures, bitch, I ain't the type Let me nut on your face, that's the shit I like That chopper changed my mind Fuck bitches two at time Let's fuck with no emotions Don't try me, bitch, I choke you She wanna ride with the gang, I told her take an Uber Fuck all them opp hoes, them hoes be really groupies Yeah, I know I been that nigga, hop out that car and kill that nigga Boy, this shit get ugly, nigga, ain't nobody realer, nigga F& N'll split a nigga, I'm off that west And if I want it, I buy it, drop that check She want an Atk nigga, we the best She wanna get fucked from the back and wear my chain around her neck
I ain't going back and forth with no nigga, uh-uh, I ain't the type I'd rather fuck that ho friend 'cause she ain't my type Disrespectful street nigga, you know I'm the type Don't make a move without my gun, you know I ain't the type
Foreign cars up in my yard, they think I'm a movie star And that lil' bitch was running fast but he couldn't make it far Stop all that acting and bragging That bitch you loving, I had her I'm swerving lanes, dodging traffic Boy, I got by, check my stacks That lil' ho, she run her mouth, that bitch there ain't my type Ratchet bitch, she like to argue, she just like to fight Bitch, I got racks on top of racks, I do the money dance I know I spend that money, make 'em missing, man This a real opp party, bring the Glocks out And all my hitters, they get paid when you pop out I'm getting twenty for a show just to rock out brought a bitch to my room, that ho there I don't like No, I don't like to stick up on a nigga, no, I ain't the type I book a ho a flight the morning, she leave the same night A fake flodging ass nigga, that shit ain't my type That nigga dissing on the gang, he died the same night
I ain't going back and forth with no nigga, uh-uh, I ain't the type I'd rather fuck that ho friend 'cause she ain't my type Disrespectful street nigga, you know I'm the type Don't make a move without my gun, you know I ain't the type
I ain't going back and forth with no nigga, uh-uh, I ain't the type I'd rather fuck that ho friend 'cause she ain't my type Disrespectful street nigga, you know I'm the type Don't make a move without my gun, you know I ain't the type
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Compositores: Cedric Tyrell Jr Franklin (Ceddidit) (ASCAP), Keyanta Bullard (Yungeen Ace) (ASCAP), Nuutti BildjuschkinEditor: Lettuce Cook Publishing (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #29406188 em 18/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM