Not Your Type

Hold up...
Wait a minute
It's not just mine
Admit it
You're not alright
You did this
Entertaining all these bitches
I'm not your type
I get it
You floss with mostly snitches
Who all just want the digits
I'm not your type
I get it

Hold up... Wait a minute
It's not just mine, admit it
You're not alright, you did this
Entertaining all these bitches
I'm not your type, I get it
You floss with mostly snitches
Who all just want the digits
And then you get suspicious
Like who is that? Why ya trippen?
Nothing but nutritious, Garnier is how I'm living
Coming for it all, like I built the pot to piss in
Ya dude is sending hearts, steady dreaming bout us kissin
Yet I'm the one to blame
When the door gets finally kicked in
To a virgin who's afraid just to put the fucking tip in
I'm not the one to blame when all ya do is miss it
I already explained, shit! Ya just had to listen
Poppin at the mouth like getting knocked ya mission
Sinnin in the kitchen, like the devil got his wishes
Putting up a front like the back is always missing
Take a seat up front while I teach you lames a lesson
It's time for me to stunt, I'm the one you should be stressing
If its a treasure hunt, I'm the x that marks the spot then
You lames are in my lane
Can't compare to what I'm bringing
Penny for ya thoughts, but for you the room stay spinnin
Playing with ya nose, like I didn't know, your kidding?
Fuck that shit I'm gone, like you wanted from beginning
Fuck that shit I'm gone, like you wanted from beginning

Hold up...
Wait a minute
It's not just mine
Admit it
You're not alright
You did this
Entertaining all these bitches
I'm not your type
I get it
You floss with mostly snitches
Who all just want the digits
I'm not your type
I get it



Credits
Writer(s): Kel$ey Cumming$
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