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letra de ain’t the type - yungeen ace

[intro]
yeah, yeah
ain’t going back and forth with no n-gga
i ain’t the type
(ced did this ho)
ain’t going back and forth with no n-gga, you know i ain’t the type
(nj stepping harder)
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
i ain’t going back and forth with no n-gga, uh-uh, i ain’t the type
i’d rather f-ck that ho friend ’cause she ain’t my type
disrespectful street n-gga, you know i’m the type
don’t make a move without my gun, you know i ain’t the type

[verse 1]
walk in the club with all my diamonds on
just blew a bag because my money long
this thirsty b-tch, she think she coming home
ksoo leave her ‘lone
he wanna f-ck and get her gonе
she better not rеcord me on that phone
i don’t like pictures, b-tch, i ain’t the type
let me nut on your face, that’s the sh-t i like
that chopper changed my mind
f-ck b-tches two at time
let’s f-ck with no emotions
don’t try me, b-tch, i choke you
she wanna ride with the gang, i told her take an uber
f-ck all them opp hoes, them hoes be really groupies
yeah, i know i been that n-gga, hop out that car and k!ll that n-gga
boy, this sh-t get ugly, n-gga, ain’t n0body realer, n-gga
f&n’ll split a n-gga, i’m off that west
and if i want it, i buy it, drop that check
she want an atk n-gga, we the best
she wanna get f-cked from the back and wear my chain around her neck
[chorus]
i ain’t going back and forth with no n-gga, uh-uh, i ain’t the type
i’d rather f-ck that ho friend ’cause she ain’t my type
disrespectful street n-gga, you know i’m the type
don’t make a move without my gun, you know i ain’t the type

[verse 2]
foreign cars up in my yard, they think i’m a movie star
and that lil’ b-tch was running fast but he couldn’t make it far
stop all that acting and bragging
that b-tch 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 b-tch there ain’t my type
ratchet b-tch, she like to argue, she just like to fight
b-tch, i got racks on top of racks, i do the money dance
[?] i know i spend that money, make ’em missing, man
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
[?] brought a b-tch to my room, that ho there i don’t like
no, i don’t like to stick up on a n-gga, no, i ain’t the type
i book a ho a flight the morning, she leave the same night
a fake flodging ass n-gga, that sh-t ain’t my type
that n-gga dissing on the gang, he died the same night
[chorus]
i ain’t going back and forth with no n-gga, uh-uh, i ain’t the type
i’d rather f-ck that ho friend ’cause she ain’t my type
disrespectful street n-gga, you know i’m the type
don’t make a move without my gun, you know i ain’t the type

[outro]
i ain’t going back and forth with no n-gga, uh-uh, i ain’t the type
i’d rather f-ck that ho friend ’cause she ain’t my type
disrespectful street n-gga, you know i’m the type
don’t make a move without my gun, you know i ain’t the type

- yungeen ace

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