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$hadoe - No Type Lyrics



$hadoe - No Type Lyrics
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Sit back, tell me what you like
She bad, lookin' like Mike
Get behind her, ride it like a bike
I hit em all, I ain't got no type
Sit back, tell me what you like
She bad, lookin' like Mike
Get behind her, ride it like a bike
I hit em all, I ain't got no type
I get you high, you in love with the thrills
Stepping on they neck, strutting in those heels
You gettin' thick, ain't missin' no meals
Went to L.A. got lost in the hills
Left school went to model for Celine
You out here chasin' your dreams
Left the city had to spread your wings
She the type that I need on my team
Keep it black and white like piano
I see the lights and the darks and the shadows
Postin' on camera like Hannah
Say she wanna come to Atlanta
Fly you to my home
The vibe, you know my zone
I'm the Pope like Rome
Bigger than the Georgia dome
Never too much parmesan
Extra cheese
I'm havin' with my cake
Like the factory
She damn near turnin' 30
Two dimes and a nickel
Agin' like sangria
Girl, I'm f*ckin' with ya
Sit back, tell me what you like
She bad, lookin' like Mike
Get behind her, ride it like a bike
I hit em all, I ain't got no type
Sit back, tell me what you like
She bad, lookin' like Mike
Get behind her, ride it like a bike
I hit em all, I ain't got no type
Got me thinkin' bout marriage in the future
With you and my kid
Cause if we take this serious
Where we gon' be in some years
But I need time to live
And you got scars to heal
C'est la vie, I'm playin' Denise
I just gotta be free
Made me lose my sanity
I just gotta be me
She sweet like a Cinnabon
Locked in, put up with us
Make you have the golden child
Eddie Murphy, I'm the chosen one
That pussy stay drippin' like Wunna
My voice get it wetter than water
Drunk night, let me hit it on the sofa
It's gettin' hot in here, Arizona
Wanna know it all, what's your passion
Let me ski in it like Aspen
I like the body, put you serving them face
Make this right, don't care what it takes
It's all just hype and looks
You gotta read between
Pop out from time to time
But you not on the scene
They'll never admit
How you apply the pressure
I'm Tom Ford with the za
Exotic leather
Who you know do it better
Write dat trick a love letter
Sit back, tell me what you like
She bad, lookin' like Mike
Get behind her, ride it like a bike
I hit em all, I ain't got no type
Sit back, tell me what you like
She bad, lookin' like Mike
Get behind her, ride it like a bike
I hit em all, I ain't got no type
My lil gangsta bitch
She just wanna thug
I'm in her mouth like slugs
Her pussy fresh like doug
I'ma make you tap out
Yea ooh
Can I hit it from the back now
Yea ooh
Eat it till she cry
Make the lil girl black out
Eat it till she cry
Make the lil girl act out
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Sit back, tell me what you like
She bad, lookin' like Mike
Get behind her, ride it like a bike
I hit em all, I ain't got no type
Sit back, tell me what you like
She bad, lookin' like Mike
Get behind her, ride it like a bike
I hit em all, I ain't got no type
I get you high, you in love with the thrills
Stepping on they neck, strutting in those heels
You gettin' thick, ain't missin' no meals
Went to L.A. got lost in the hills
Left school went to model for Celine
You out here chasin' your dreams
Left the city had to spread your wings
She the type that I need on my team
Keep it black and white like piano
I see the lights and the darks and the shadows
Postin' on camera like Hannah
Say she wanna come to Atlanta
Fly you to my home
The vibe, you know my zone
I'm the Pope like Rome
Bigger than the Georgia dome
Never too much parmesan
Extra cheese
I'm havin' with my cake
Like the factory
She damn near turnin' 30
Two dimes and a nickel
Agin' like sangria
Girl, I'm f*ckin' with ya
Sit back, tell me what you like
She bad, lookin' like Mike
Get behind her, ride it like a bike
I hit em all, I ain't got no type
Sit back, tell me what you like
She bad, lookin' like Mike
Get behind her, ride it like a bike
I hit em all, I ain't got no type
Got me thinkin' bout marriage in the future
With you and my kid
Cause if we take this serious
Where we gon' be in some years
But I need time to live
And you got scars to heal
C'est la vie, I'm playin' Denise
I just gotta be free
Made me lose my sanity
I just gotta be me
She sweet like a Cinnabon
Locked in, put up with us
Make you have the golden child
Eddie Murphy, I'm the chosen one
That pussy stay drippin' like Wunna
My voice get it wetter than water
Drunk night, let me hit it on the sofa
It's gettin' hot in here, Arizona
Wanna know it all, what's your passion
Let me ski in it like Aspen
I like the body, put you serving them face
Make this right, don't care what it takes
It's all just hype and looks
You gotta read between
Pop out from time to time
But you not on the scene
They'll never admit
How you apply the pressure
I'm Tom Ford with the za
Exotic leather
Who you know do it better
Write dat trick a love letter
Sit back, tell me what you like
She bad, lookin' like Mike
Get behind her, ride it like a bike
I hit em all, I ain't got no type
Sit back, tell me what you like
She bad, lookin' like Mike
Get behind her, ride it like a bike
I hit em all, I ain't got no type
My lil gangsta bitch
She just wanna thug
I'm in her mouth like slugs
Her pussy fresh like doug
I'ma make you tap out
Yea ooh
Can I hit it from the back now
Yea ooh
Eat it till she cry
Make the lil girl black out
Eat it till she cry
Make the lil girl act out
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Writer: Brent Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 2:56
Written by: Brent Smith
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