No Type Lyrics - Sorry 4 The Wait 2 - Lil Wayne

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 

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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 

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