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my type - brendan butler lyrics

[intro]
aha, yeah, you may want me, but sorry girl… you’re beautiful; you can have me for tonight, but you’re just not my type

[hook: brendan] x2
catch you smoking up on a cigarette
sorry but not my type

you only think you were heaven sent
sorry but not my type

posted up in the club, trying to get bent
you’re getting on my hype

then come around with all your friends
sorry but not my type

[verse 1: brendan]
your guys been taking sketchy pictures on the ‘gram
always with all those dirty b-tches smoking grams
saying they need width
though, i got 9 inches on them
so, he’s just speaking myth
i’m just speaking truth
they already know i’m that smooth
they’ve already been in this boat, don’t have time to gloat
call up her dude like, you should check on your girl, cause she only likes things in her throat
but that’s not my type, so i don’t follow that sh-t

i got very important places to be
i got very important places to see
all this bling comes free to me, b
you’re just spending all your money to pay for a ticket, vip
i got no time to be focused on the limelight
i got no time for your hocus pocus, come on just focus
you might need to make a list, for sure sis
i got no time for your complaints
because when i comes down to it
i don’t have time for any of your sh-t
you will never be my type, you just don’t fit
i’m sorry to be so upfront, not trying to stunt
but you’re such a b-tch, you need a kick in the c-nt
sorry, but you’re just not my type

[hook: brendan] x2
catch you smoking up on a cigarette
sorry but not my type

you only think you were heaven sent
sorry but not my type

posted up in the club, trying to get bent
you’re getting on my hype

then come around with all your friends
sorry but not my type

[verse 2: brendan]
i’m just here to get faded, you want my love? you can have it for the night, you taste it?
you’re wasted,and i’ve been on this high for too long i’m almost plastered, and i forgot your past existed, i erased it
like, somethings coming over me, i never felt so free- but this is only for tonight baby girl
i know you’re looking for this type of thrill
i’m looking for that one, but i can’t find the one
i’m too d-mn picky- i don’t really care, i know it’s not fair, but you’re just not there for me
i know
i know
i’m a d-ck
but at least mine’s thick
but why don’t you go on with your friends, do that blow
go ahead, go to the club and take off your clothes for the show
don’t worry, i know you need attention, everyone knows
i’m happy being a d-ck, but are you happy having a mind that thick?
i came to to get drunk, jam to this thrilling funk, and find out what’s in your trunk
d-mn i’ve been a punk
f-ck boy, i know, i know, but what else am i supposed to do since i’m so d-mn picky? i can’t find the one for me- maybe one day i’ll see
but with every girl i p-ss, she just gives me her -ss
but i viewed her from a far, i saw her s-ss
and i’m like
“sorry girl- but you’re just not my type.”

[hook: brendan] x2
catch you smoking up on a cigarette
sorry but not my type

you only think you were heaven sent
sorry but not my type

posted up in the club, trying to get bent
you’re getting on my hype

then come around with all your friends
sorry but not my type

[verse 3: brendan]
ring ring
heard a ring at the phone, let it go to that tone
not important, my attention is towards your zone
i’m that n-gg- who’d get you to moan, so cut that tone or i’ll hit you up with
“sorry, but you’re just not my type.”
look at me selling zips
making dough on the low, the low
look at you and wow
-ss so big it needs at tow
b-tch so bad i could tap it twice like the ‘gram
i don’t mess with taken b-tches, fam
so better quit that loser to take a trip on this train
i got talent, it comes with the fame
you f-ck with the same sh-t i do, that’s true
you got hurt one too many times, me too
you got a body like a goddess, boo
maybe you’ll be the one i wife, making me feel so safe
cause you’re my type, and baby to you i’ll be a prince, don’t got to ask me twice. i come free for you, no price
hop in the ‘ghini, it’s blue
job as genie, that’s true
granting your wishes, ’till we are through
yeah. that’s how i do

[hook: brendan] x3
catch you smoking up on a cigarette
sorry but not my type

you only think you were heaven sent
sorry but not my type

posted up in the club, trying to get bent
you’re getting on my hype

then come around with all your friends
sorry but not my type

- brendan butler lyrics

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