No Type - Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)
Written by:Lil Wayne
'Incause
Mike will marry will marry
'Cause I ain't got no type
But when I met codeine 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 niggas 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**k d**k
d**k d**k d**k d**k d**k like a electric chair lawd
I got liquor I got cigarettes
And these P***y 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 lyin'
She pretty like the bride of Frankenstein
She k**l 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'll help you make bond
'Cause these hoes throwing P***y like hand grenades
Don't let it blow up in your face now
Had to buy my d**k 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**k a barricade
And a mothaf**kin' K9
I got c*****e 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 codeine 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 niggas talking crazy but they don't get out of line
They pockets saying vacant and my sh*t say occupied
But when I met codeine 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 niggas talking crazy but they don't get out of line
I'm sorry for the wait 'til I drop that Carter 5
These hoes throwing P***y like hand grenades
Don't let it blow up in your face now
Had to buy my d**k a barricade