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No Type

Album: Lil Wayne - Sorry 4 The Wait 2 Durasi: 4:01

Cuz I ain't got no type, no

But when I met codeine, it was love at first Sprite

Counting dirty money all night, where the wipes?

I like my Swisher Sweet, fat as fuck, with cellulite

My bitch got a wife, yeah got me walking round' feeling like Dolemite

These niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of line

There pockets saying vacant, and my shit say occupied

Yeah

Bad bitch on my team

Bad bitch on my team, just like Katniss Everdeen

Got lipstick everywhere

I got her shaking on this dick-dick-dick-dick-dick-dick-dick like a electric chair, lord

I got liquor, I got cigarettes

And these pussy ass niggas 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 lying

She pretty like the bride of Frankenstein

She kill it like she married to the mob

I can't let one of these hoes lock me down, mama

She said don't worry son I help you make bond

Cuz these hoes throwing pussy like hand grenades

Don't let it blow up in yo face now

Had to buy my dick a barricade

And a mothafuckin' K9

Diamonds in my teeth, I'm eating karat cake

So hard for me to put on a fake smile

Had to buy my dick a barricade

And a muthafuckin K9 now

I got cocaine, I got cigarettes

I don't do neither, it's at my bitch request

She like bad boys, I'm her crook in the neck

Her suicide note say she love me to death

But her Lewinsky is so critical

And I didn't mean to get political

I watch her, let her figure slither

But I don't look into her snake eyes

I ain't got no type no

But when I met codeine, it was love at first sprite

I been counting dirty money all night, where the wipes?

I like my swisher sweet, fat as fuck, with cellulite

My bitch got a wife, yeah got me walking around feeling like Dolemite

And these niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of line

Their pockets saying vacant, and my shit say occupied yeah

But when I met codeine, it was love at first Sprite

I been counting dirty money all night, where the wipes?

I like my swisher sweet, fat as fuck, with cellulite

My bitch got a wife yeah, got me walking around feeling like Dolemite

And these niggas talking crazy, and they don't get out of line

I'm sorry for the wait, til I drop Tha Carter 5 yeah

These hoes throwing pussy like hand grenades

Don't let it blow up in your face now

Had to buy my dick a barricade