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ain't my type - 21 lil harold lyrics

[intro]
(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
p*ssy boy

[chorus]
glenwood road, dog (road, dog), where my hood at (hood at)
lil’ baby p*ssy stink, go and douche that
i wore my balenciaga today with my nikes on
don’t give a f*ck ’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)
h*ll nah, that b*tch was ugly, she ain’t my type, dog (h*ll nah, uh*uh)
nothin’ that i like, dog (what, n*gga?)
[verse]
go ‘head with all that bullsh*t
you always tryna get some more just like a hood b*tch
and every time you in the mall, you just be lookin’
and every summer, spring, fall, you just be f*ckin’
you ain’t ’bout no money
i get tall in the sheets
won’t lock jaw with no freak
wipe my b*lls on her sheet
i’m a dog, that’s a yeet
they say, “snapchat me that p*ssy”
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 sh*t get ugly
this an sf90 ‘rari, we get money
your bum ass searchin’ for dollars, you a junkie (old broke ass)

- 21 lil harold lyrics

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