Ain't My Type

Where are you, and why are you not answering
Hello? Hello

Pouring up rocks on ice
She tryna be my wife
She tryna be my wife
But she ain't even my type
She ain't even my type
She said, tell me it'll be alright

Speeding through the city all night
She want me to hold her tight
I'm ignoring her calls all night
She said, boy, don't get me tight (Mmmm)
I said, baby, it'll be alright
Said, we don't have to fuss, no fight
Now I'm on the road, gotta catch me a flight

Pouring up rocks on ice
She tryna be my wife
She tryna be my wife
But she ain't even my type
She ain't even my type
She said, tell me it'll be alright

I keep fucking calling you to answer the fucking phone (My Type)
She tryna be my wife
She ain't even my type
But she tryna be my wife

Pouring up rocks on ice
She tryna be my wife
She tryna be my wife
But she ain't even my type
She ain't even my type
She said, tell me it'll be alright



Credits
Writer(s): Ellis Wiley
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