Chubby Jag - No Type (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Chubby

Mayhem music, trae what happenin'

Fire department

Uh

(Verse)

Bitch, I ball like i'm in the trap

Talk bout guns cuz I'm in the game

Grind for the fam, got moms on the track

Money errday, got my palm on the back

Still smoke kill, got the bomb in the sac

Bad bitch with me, got me palm on her back

But I ain't even trip, I got my palm in her ass

And I took her back home like LeBron with the Cass

I ain't go no type long as she bad for a nigga

Got titties and an ass for a nigga wanna smash for a nigga

A G wanna blast for a nigga, missis go and get the racks for a nigga

She know I got the cash, till it grow up in the back fo' a nigga

Roll play, go and act for a nigga

She always play the back-store, lay up on her back for a nigga

Yeah, I got her doin' that for a nigga

She neva gonna snitch, that bitch wear a strap for a nigga

Rush it, run a track for a nigga

Get up in the stripclub, work, make it clap for a nigga

Always leave and come back for a nigga

I see why they grindin' home nigga, it's windin' home niggas

Shinnin' all of them diamonds

Gon' tell em keep hatin', cuz hate that we cakin'

So tell em keep waitin'

It's all about timing, hoe

We the best, that's the reason we rhymin', hoe

From the bottom I got and we climbin', hoe

Yeah, it's funny, my dick she should be climbin' on

I just chill and I tell her to suck it now

Only fuck cuz she fuck with the fuck-around

Niggas ballin', I'm gettin' em buggers now

Got a lock on the game, I just cuff it now

Got a flow that these niggas can't fuck with now

Chubby