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No Type Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Hanga & THELAW
Language: English
Length: 3:10
Written by: Lawrens Buissereth, Sammy Shymidt




Lil Hanga & THELAW - No Type Lyrics
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Shawty want suck and f*ck and get drunk all night
Shawty want suck and f*ck and get drunk all night
I ain't pickin' and choosin' I ain't got no type
Told me give her just a second to get her nose right
My hoes know about each other but they don't fight
Bitch gon' freak for the set so we said bet
She thought she was down for the gang so she said slat
Bitch I'm too T'd up but there ain't no ref
Bitch I'm too T'd up but there ain't no ref
Throw it back I record it
Said that's your baby I made her my shorty
Off the lean from the lick
I took a trip like Rick and Morty
In the function
On the stage
They put me all on they story
Penthouse couple stories
Bitch I'm in the house like Cory
He don't want beef
If he pull up
He gon' end up in a story
He heaven sent
We sendin' to heaven
And we give God the glory
We gon rob him if he say that 8th for 40
We gon find him like Nemo no Dory
Shawty want suck and f*ck and get drunk all night
I ain't pickin' and choosin' I ain't got no type
Told me give her just a second to get her nose right
My hoes know about each other but they don't fight
Bitch gon' freak for the set so we said bet
She thought she was down for the gang so she said slat
Bitch I'm too T'd up but there ain't no ref
Bitch I'm too T'd up but there ain't no ref
Gang, Gang, Gang
I been f*ckin' bitches buying chain chain chains
New watch every day Plain Jane Jane Jane
Lots of shit came with the fame fame fame
This shit ain't a game
25 plus 25 put 50 on my wrist
Me and my boy from the gutter we f*ck to bitches then we switch
I went out and got a bag put pointers on my wrist
And I can't take her serious 'cause I don't love no bitch
Yeah my bed's a grave cause I carry lots of deads
And you think I own a bakery 'cause I got lots of bread
And I can't f*ck with shorty 'less she lethal with the head
And I don't watch I'm saying steady straight disrespect
I'm an outlet I'm a plug
You know I got a connection
I don't f*ck with pork that means that I don't f*ck with feds and
Bitches thrown' hands 'cause the dick leave 'em dead yuh
And I'm on mission on a flight to the check yeah
Shawty want suck and f*ck and get drunk all night
I ain't pickin' and choosin' I ain't got no type
Told me give her just a second to get her nose right
My hoes know about each other but they don't fight
Bitch gon' freak for the set so we said bet
She thought she was down for the gang so she said slat
Bitch I'm too T'd up but there ain't no ref
Bitch I'm too T'd up but there ain't no ref
(I bet you 15 racks that he can't f*ck you like I could)
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Shawty want suck and f*ck and get drunk all night
Shawty want suck and f*ck and get drunk all night
I ain't pickin' and choosin' I ain't got no type
Told me give her just a second to get her nose right
My hoes know about each other but they don't fight
Bitch gon' freak for the set so we said bet
She thought she was down for the gang so she said slat
Bitch I'm too T'd up but there ain't no ref
Bitch I'm too T'd up but there ain't no ref
Throw it back I record it
Said that's your baby I made her my shorty
Off the lean from the lick
I took a trip like Rick and Morty
In the function
On the stage
They put me all on they story
Penthouse couple stories
Bitch I'm in the house like Cory
He don't want beef
If he pull up
He gon' end up in a story
He heaven sent
We sendin' to heaven
And we give God the glory
We gon rob him if he say that 8th for 40
We gon find him like Nemo no Dory
Shawty want suck and f*ck and get drunk all night
I ain't pickin' and choosin' I ain't got no type
Told me give her just a second to get her nose right
My hoes know about each other but they don't fight
Bitch gon' freak for the set so we said bet
She thought she was down for the gang so she said slat
Bitch I'm too T'd up but there ain't no ref
Bitch I'm too T'd up but there ain't no ref
Gang, Gang, Gang
I been f*ckin' bitches buying chain chain chains
New watch every day Plain Jane Jane Jane
Lots of shit came with the fame fame fame
This shit ain't a game
25 plus 25 put 50 on my wrist
Me and my boy from the gutter we f*ck to bitches then we switch
I went out and got a bag put pointers on my wrist
And I can't take her serious 'cause I don't love no bitch
Yeah my bed's a grave cause I carry lots of deads
And you think I own a bakery 'cause I got lots of bread
And I can't f*ck with shorty 'less she lethal with the head
And I don't watch I'm saying steady straight disrespect
I'm an outlet I'm a plug
You know I got a connection
I don't f*ck with pork that means that I don't f*ck with feds and
Bitches thrown' hands 'cause the dick leave 'em dead yuh
And I'm on mission on a flight to the check yeah
Shawty want suck and f*ck and get drunk all night
I ain't pickin' and choosin' I ain't got no type
Told me give her just a second to get her nose right
My hoes know about each other but they don't fight
Bitch gon' freak for the set so we said bet
She thought she was down for the gang so she said slat
Bitch I'm too T'd up but there ain't no ref
Bitch I'm too T'd up but there ain't no ref
(I bet you 15 racks that he can't f*ck you like I could)
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Writer: Lawrens Buissereth, Sammy Shymidt
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