"Ain't My Type" lyrics
(Mike Mixer is in the building)
Be quiet
(Let the band play)
Rat
I don't get along with no rat
Can't no rat hang around here on my block
Can't no rat survive over here
Pussy boy
Glenwood Road, dog (Road, dog), where my hood at (Hood at)
Lil' baby pussy stink, go and douche that
I wore my Balenciaga today with my Nikes on
Don't give a fuck 'bout what they think, I got my ice on (Ice)
Bling, blaow, I hurt they ears, I hurt they eyes, dog (Ice)
Ooh, wow, I stroked her good with my pipe, dog (Come here, come here)
Hell nah, that bitch was ugly, she ain't my type, dog (Hell nah, uh-uh)
Nothin' that I like, dog (What, nigga?)
Go 'head with all that bullshit
You always tryna get some more just like a hood bitch
And every time you in the mall, you just be lookin'
And every summer, spring, fall, you just be fuckin'
You ain't 'bout no money
I get tall in the sheets
Won't lock jaw with no freak
Wipe my balls on her sheet
I'm a dog, that's a yeet
They say, "Snapchat me that pussy"
She on the 'Gram, but in real life, that ho be musty
Ho kids so bad, they play football and they be cussin'
H-Dawg, don't beef 'cause shit get ugly
This an SF90 'Rari, we get money
Your bum ass searchin' for dollars, you a junkie (Old broke ass)
Glenwood Road, dog (Road, dog), where my hood at (Hood at)
Lil' baby pussy stink, go and douche that
I wore my Balenciaga today with my Nikes on
Don't give a fuck 'bout what they think, I got my ice on (Ice)
Bling, blaow, I hurt they ears, I hurt they eyes, dog (Ice)
Ooh, wow, I stroked her good with my pipe, dog (Come here, come here)
Hell nah, that bitch was ugly, she ain't my type, dog (Hell nah, uh-uh)
Nothin' that I like, dog (What, nigga?)
Be quiet
(Let the band play)
Rat
I don't get along with no rat
Can't no rat hang around here on my block
Can't no rat survive over here
Pussy boy
Glenwood Road, dog (Road, dog), where my hood at (Hood at)
Lil' baby pussy stink, go and douche that
I wore my Balenciaga today with my Nikes on
Don't give a fuck 'bout what they think, I got my ice on (Ice)
Bling, blaow, I hurt they ears, I hurt they eyes, dog (Ice)
Ooh, wow, I stroked her good with my pipe, dog (Come here, come here)
Hell nah, that bitch was ugly, she ain't my type, dog (Hell nah, uh-uh)
Nothin' that I like, dog (What, nigga?)
Go 'head with all that bullshit
You always tryna get some more just like a hood bitch
And every time you in the mall, you just be lookin'
And every summer, spring, fall, you just be fuckin'
You ain't 'bout no money
I get tall in the sheets
Won't lock jaw with no freak
Wipe my balls on her sheet
I'm a dog, that's a yeet
They say, "Snapchat me that pussy"
She on the 'Gram, but in real life, that ho be musty
Ho kids so bad, they play football and they be cussin'
H-Dawg, don't beef 'cause shit get ugly
This an SF90 'Rari, we get money
Your bum ass searchin' for dollars, you a junkie (Old broke ass)
Glenwood Road, dog (Road, dog), where my hood at (Hood at)
Lil' baby pussy stink, go and douche that
I wore my Balenciaga today with my Nikes on
Don't give a fuck 'bout what they think, I got my ice on (Ice)
Bling, blaow, I hurt they ears, I hurt they eyes, dog (Ice)
Ooh, wow, I stroked her good with my pipe, dog (Come here, come here)
Hell nah, that bitch was ugly, she ain't my type, dog (Hell nah, uh-uh)
Nothin' that I like, dog (What, nigga?)
