Just My Type
She wanted to leave me, but that was alright
Packed up my things, railroaded after the flight
Skkr, skkr
Yea, yea
She wanted to leave, but I caught me a flight
Packed up my bags, and zip through the night, sipping on juice and it killing my appetite
She wanted to leave me I cop me a flight, them diamonds hit hard all through that night
Meet me at Nobu that's after the fight, don't forget to leave the bullshit aside
That bitch a bop she get burgers and fries, pack up my stuff and I skkr through the night
Lay there bitch and just take this pipe, bae you can leave I told you it's alright
Lambo truck with the dagger lights, suck this dick bitch eat it right
Get that bag no time to fight, Shawty just my type
My type but she the wrong bitch, remember back when my phone would hit
His Minute Maid got a 4 in it, cop a pound I throw a zone on it
Pop a E go and roll on it, I just popped a flat i don't remember shit
Got yacks on me I'm in designer shit, I pay for you like I pay for a brick
Diamonds they dancing they look like Slick Rick, but I'll treat you like Pretty Ricky
My juice it just spilled I feel like my kidney, fuck the bitch right so it's hard to forget me
Three and a half in the blunt it's not skinny, For Gaito's and the tires is skinny
Michael Myers the pussy off Henny, nickel-plated the strap like a penny
He want a war but his men is not many, he Shaq's the free-throw when he missed with The semi
I hit your girl bout 4 in the morning got full of that weed and we headed to Denny's
Rocking that Gucci my bitch work at Fendi, I feel like Kanye nothing you can tell me
I'll learn my lesson by blowing these Benji's, I don't got no kids but I ride with a 10 piece
I don't rock Adidas my name is not Welty, 1500 my feet, me I'm bussing Balencia, I need Me a butler I feel like I'm Jimmy
Yea she my type but she know she ain't right, I swerve through the night while she Sucking the pipe, she look good in the day but she better at night
Yea, yea
She wanted to leave, but I caught me a flight
Packed up my bags, and zip through the night, sipping on juice and it killing my appetite
She wanted to leave me I cop me a flight, them diamonds hit hard all through that night
Meet me at Nobu that's after the fight, don't forget to leave the bullshit aside
That bitch a bop she get burgers and fries, pack up my stuff and I skkr through the night
Lay there bitch and just take this pipe, bae you can leave I told you it's alright
Lambo truck with the dagger lights, suck this dick bitch eat it right
Get that bag no time to fight, Shawty just my type
Packed up my things, railroaded after the flight
Skkr, skkr
Yea, yea
She wanted to leave, but I caught me a flight
Packed up my bags, and zip through the night, sipping on juice and it killing my appetite
She wanted to leave me I cop me a flight, them diamonds hit hard all through that night
Meet me at Nobu that's after the fight, don't forget to leave the bullshit aside
That bitch a bop she get burgers and fries, pack up my stuff and I skkr through the night
Lay there bitch and just take this pipe, bae you can leave I told you it's alright
Lambo truck with the dagger lights, suck this dick bitch eat it right
Get that bag no time to fight, Shawty just my type
My type but she the wrong bitch, remember back when my phone would hit
His Minute Maid got a 4 in it, cop a pound I throw a zone on it
Pop a E go and roll on it, I just popped a flat i don't remember shit
Got yacks on me I'm in designer shit, I pay for you like I pay for a brick
Diamonds they dancing they look like Slick Rick, but I'll treat you like Pretty Ricky
My juice it just spilled I feel like my kidney, fuck the bitch right so it's hard to forget me
Three and a half in the blunt it's not skinny, For Gaito's and the tires is skinny
Michael Myers the pussy off Henny, nickel-plated the strap like a penny
He want a war but his men is not many, he Shaq's the free-throw when he missed with The semi
I hit your girl bout 4 in the morning got full of that weed and we headed to Denny's
Rocking that Gucci my bitch work at Fendi, I feel like Kanye nothing you can tell me
I'll learn my lesson by blowing these Benji's, I don't got no kids but I ride with a 10 piece
I don't rock Adidas my name is not Welty, 1500 my feet, me I'm bussing Balencia, I need Me a butler I feel like I'm Jimmy
Yea she my type but she know she ain't right, I swerve through the night while she Sucking the pipe, she look good in the day but she better at night
Yea, yea
She wanted to leave, but I caught me a flight
Packed up my bags, and zip through the night, sipping on juice and it killing my appetite
She wanted to leave me I cop me a flight, them diamonds hit hard all through that night
Meet me at Nobu that's after the fight, don't forget to leave the bullshit aside
That bitch a bop she get burgers and fries, pack up my stuff and I skkr through the night
Lay there bitch and just take this pipe, bae you can leave I told you it's alright
Lambo truck with the dagger lights, suck this dick bitch eat it right
Get that bag no time to fight, Shawty just my type
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Writer(s): Marcus Compian
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