my type Lyrics

Icon, bitch, you're not an icon

Let's see if he's still talking shit when the mic's gone

Dead eyes, no one's home but the lights on

Fucking with your girl just to mention it in my song

Maybe she my type, that girl, she my type

Boy, you my type, that pussy, you my type

Don't know what you have, don't be mad, not my type

I don't think it's funny if you laugh and you die

Let's check out what we up against

Brain on the ceiling, you can see what was up with him

Sad girl, tell me why you're down

That's my type

I'll be seeing you around

That's my type

Mix it with a little bit of brown

That's my type

Hit me up whenever you're in town

That's my type

Boy, you can't afford it, don't ask for the price

That white girl, I snorted, then I pass on the right

Call me Scrooge McDuck, I got cash in my eyes

Lemon pepper wings, I might pass on the rice

I don't need an audience, I clap and you die

Sad girl, tell me where you down

That's my type

I'll be seeing you around

That's my type

Mix it with a little bit of brown

That's my type

Hit me up whenever you're in town

That's my type