No Type
[Hook]Cuz I ain't got no typeBut when I met codeine, there was love at first SpriteCounting dirty money all night, where the wipes?I like my Swisher Sweets, fat as fuck, with celluliteMy bitch got a wife, got me walking round' feeling like DolemiteThese niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of lineThere pockets saying vacant, and my shit saying occupied
[Verse 1]Bad bitch on my teamBad bitch on my team, just like Katniss EverdeenGot lipstick everywhereI got it shaking on this dick-dick-dick-dick-dick-dick-dick like a electric chair, lordI got liquor, I got cigarettesAnd these pussy ass niggas just got PMSI don't think you should see him, nor live off per diemShe just took off her clothes, and said you ain't lyingShe pretty like the bride of FrankensteinShe kill it like she married to the mobI can't let one of these hoes lock me down, mamaShe said don't worry son I help you make bondCuz these hoes throwing pussy like hand grenadesDon't let it blow up in yo faceHad to buy my dick a barricadeAnd a mothafuckin' K9, nowDiamonds in my teeth, I'm eating carrot cakeSo hard for me to put on a fake smileHad to buy my dick a barricadeAnd a mothafuckin' K9, nowI got cocaine, I got cigarettesI don't do neither, except my bitch requestShe like bad boys, I'm her crook in the neckHer suicide note say she love me to deathFor her Lewinsky is so criticalAnd I didn't mean to get politicalI watch her, let figure slitherBut I don't look into her snake eyes
[Hook]I ain't got no typeBut when I met codeine, there was love at first spriteI been counting dirty money all night, where the wipes?I like my swisher sweet, fat as fuck, with celluliteMy bitch got a wife, got me walking around feeling like DolemiteAnd these niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of lineTheir pockets saying vacant, and my shit saying occupiedBut when I met codeine, there was love at first SpriteI been counting dirty money through the night, where the wipes?I like my swisher sweet, fat as fuck, that's how you likeMy bitch got a wife, got me walking around feeling like DolemiteAnd these niggas talking crazy, and they don't get out of lineI'm sorry for the wait, til I drop Tha Carter 5