Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't The Type, artist - Yungeen Ace. Date of issue: 29.10.2020
Song language: English
Ain't The Type |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Ain’t going back and forth with no nigga |
| I ain’t the type |
| (Ced did this ho) |
| Ain’t going back and forth with no nigga, you know I ain’t the type |
| (NJ stepping harder) |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I ain’t going back and forth with no nigga, uh-uh, I ain’t the type |
| I’d rather fuck that ho friend 'cause she ain’t my type |
| Disrespect a street nigga, you know I’m the type |
| Don’t make a move without my gun, you know I ain’t the type |
| Walk in the club with all my diamonds on |
| Just blew a bag because my money long |
| This thirsty bitch, she think she coming home |
| Ksoo leave her 'lone |
| He wanna fuck and get her gone |
| She better not record me on that phone |
| I don’t like pictures, bitch, I ain’t the type |
| Let me nut on your face, that’s the shit I like |
| That chopper changed my mind |
| Fuck bitches two at time |
| Let’s fuck with no emotions |
| Don’t try me, bitch, I choke you |
| She wanna ride with the gang, I told her take an Uber |
| Fuck all them opp hoes, them hoes be really groupies |
| Yeah, I know I been that nigga, hop out that car and kill that nigga |
| Boy, this shit get ugly, nigga, ain’t nobody realer, nigga |
| F&N'll split a nigga, I’m off that west |
| And if I want it, I buy it, drop that check |
| She want an ATK nigga, we the best |
| She wanna get fucked from the back and wear my chain around her neck |
| I ain’t going back and forth with no nigga, uh-uh, I ain’t the type |
| I’d rather fuck that ho friend 'cause she ain’t my type |
| Disrespectful street nigga, you know I’m the type |
| Don’t make a move without my gun, you know I ain’t the type |
| Foreign cars up in my yard, they think I’m a movie star |
| And that lil' bitch was running fast but he couldn’t make it far |
| Stop all that acting and bragging |
| That bitch you loving, I had her |
| I’m swerving lanes, dodging traffic |
| Boy, I got by, check my stacks |
| That lil' ho, she run her mouth, that bitch there ain’t my type |
| Ratchet bitch, she like to argue, she just like to fight |
| Bitch, I got racks on top of racks, I do the money dance |
| They must not know I spend that money, make 'em miss him bad |
| This a real opp party, bring the Glocks out |
| And all my hitters, they get paid when you pop out |
| I’m getting twenty for a show just to rock out |
| Who brought a bitch to my room, that ho there I don’t like |
| No, I don’t like to stick up on a nigga, no, I ain’t the type |
| I booked a ho a flight the morning, she leave the same night |
| A fake flodging ass nigga, that shit ain’t my type |
| That nigga dissing on the gang, he died the same night |
| I ain’t going back and forth with no nigga, uh-uh, I ain’t the type |
| I’d rather fuck that ho friend 'cause she ain’t my type |
| Disrespectful street nigga, you know I’m the type |
| Don’t make a move without my gun, you know I ain’t the type |
| I ain’t going back and forth with no nigga, uh-uh, I ain’t the type |
| I’d rather fuck that ho friend 'cause she ain’t my type |
| Disrespectful street nigga, you know I’m the type |
| Don’t make a move without my gun, you know I ain’t the type |