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Lil Wayne - No Type
Written by：Lil Wayne
'Incause
Mike will marry will marry
'Cause I ain't got no type
But when I met c**eine there was love at first Sprite
Counting dirty money all night where the wipes
I like my Swisher Sweet fat as f**k with cellulite
Yeah my b**ch got a wife
Yeah got me walking 'round feeling like Dolemite
And these n**gas talking crazy but they don't get out of line
They pockets saying vacant and my sh*t say occupied
Yeah bad b**ch on my team mm
Bad b**ch on my team just like Katniss Everdeen
Got lipstick everywhere
I got her shaking on this d*ck d*ck
D*ck d*ck d*ck d*ck d*ck like a electric chair lawd
I got liquor I got cigarettes
And these p**sy a** n**gas just got PMS
I don't think you should see him nor live off per diem
She just took off her clothes and said you ain't lyin'
She pretty like the bride of Frankenstein
She kill it like she married to the mob
I can't let one of these h**s lock me down mama
She said don't worry son I'll help you make bond
'Cause these h**s throwing p**sy like hand grenades
Don't let it blow up in your face now
Had to buy my d*ck a barricade
And a mothaf**kin' K9
Diamonds in my teeth I'm eating carrot cake
So hard for me to put on a fake smile
Had to buy my d*ck a barricade
And a mothaf**kin' K9
I got coc*ine I got cigarettes
I don't do neither it's at my b**ch request
She like bad boys I'm her crook in the neck
Her suicide note say she love me to death
For her Lewinsky is so critical
And I didn't mean to get political
I watch her let figure slither
But I don't look into her snake eyes
I ain't got no type no
But when I met c**eine there was love at first Sprite
I been counting dirty money all night where the wipes
I like my swisher sweet fat as f**k with cellulite
My b**ch got a wife
Got me walking 'round feeling like Dolemite
And these n**gas talking crazy but they don't get out of line
They pockets saying vacant and my sh*t say occupied
But when I met c**eine there was love at first Sprite
I been counting dirty money all night where the wipes
I like my swisher sweet fat as f**k with cellulite
My b**ch got a wife
Got me walking 'round feeling like Dolemite
And these n**gas talking crazy but they don't get out of line
I'm sorry for the wait 'til I drop that Carter 5
These h**s throwing p**sy like hand grenades
Don't let it blow up in your face now
Had to buy my d**k a barricade